Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really
Part 2, what when you combine
The darkness with the

Yeah, I am more compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for who want it
Violence, yeah, that bullshit up my alley
Chasing you up the alley

With a gun to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll with a of go getters
And ghouls and them gorillas

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
These rigorous bullets, it's so and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

Fuckin' with niggas you
These menaces and and hoodlums
give you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the notion to motion forward
And get on ho shit

You remember that I got that potion
To bore your in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just can't kill one you stupid
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I
To make me run up in ya home
you in the dome if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone 'cause I
The known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' money and layin' mack down
buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a pity

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash
Come at the you touched, uh
shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new detail

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave
Nigga better stay down, lay down, pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

and I'm happy or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, need to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya head the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six when ya dead
Street when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, nigga

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the spot
Jackpot, ask not

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

Ya bitch is a ho, she at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love the chick
The slut was a fish her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings concussion the bitch

and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says means growin' before
And livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the of the righteous

Or gang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical
That'll be fuckin' up all the
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
you jump off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

I'll still up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the is the ultimate adrenaline rush

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the to make his opposition chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his chest kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To ya body get up and, uh

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the