Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

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Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Uh, straight off the bat, I
Straight off my back with a gun I'm in Iraq
And in fact I attack and and sack and crack
And crack 'em and back and battle my own shadow
'Cause ya'll and all that

ya talkin', startin' to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew punkies
Stir, I'm from the block but you don't like a flunky
We make a a mule and everybody act a donkey

Yes, I want you to come around here that plan, boy
I'll shoot this motherfucker I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the court and the witness on the stand, boy
is my game, ask everybody in the stands, boy

I'm all red, I'm on fire a ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp
You get the stampede, I make bleed
You dick, I succeed

Yeah, yeah, and this is how tastes
So spit in ya face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

If this is a race, I ain't for no pace
I am for your place, bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin'
2 to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not from the home, boy
My Baker bring your joy
I'll destroy who ya
I 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy

so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna ya pussy pearl

kiss an angel, spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the medal
your motherfuckin' flowers to feathers
Now fly to

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So spit in your face

And crazy's what they callin' me but crazy isn't hardly I am
Try creatively or amazingly rewarded
Ain't no in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just you get it back
just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla
Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the
'Cause get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a

are us, the food's for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and for us
We will take the and we will take the wives
And we take the jewelry but we will take the lives

So I'mma spit in your
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
I'mma in your face