Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
2, what happens when you combine
The with the light?

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

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

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

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

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

You niggas remember I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

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

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

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya down
Come at the you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 if you with ya female, uh
You was shit nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can crawl up the vest all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh 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 already got beef with the

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to his opposition chest kick up
And jump 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 turn the bass up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And up the pump 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 chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

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

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

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

I'll still open up the
nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate rush

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

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

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