Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky like kitty liver
Take my finger out putang you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic for you relics
(The fake the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim Reaper's grim
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that
The game out of my mouth like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm each track I rhyme on
You had on like you had nylons on

Boogie funked out panty stainer
Ghetto enough to get TV reception a coat hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my accident on purpose
About to set the fly one, down with the ghetto
I'll serve niggaz in the third person even try it

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
Ready to
With the ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and clipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill I'm blasting
None of them like
caskets chromed

Put my L.A. throat on
It's on and getting cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in
Strolling with the
And when I make gun clap

Bitch, niggaz roll like
So if you claiming than it
And be the drama
WC and I ain't your mama

Vaboom, he's back to in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all night rider, original hand glider
Scuffing up swiftly
for a spot launch that mini mat
And that's a hat
Do it I get you, pistol grip whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block when live while you
'Cause it ain't no half
Either you riding or not, it or keep stepping
on, feel the breeze

What, y'all ain't know? I got a squad so
We freeze all codes, they need this, real Gs
Critical thesis bound to break shit down to pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving to chickens and thugs

It ain't no in this industry that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many that can see me
For sure I've none to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But ya'll hoes couldn't come it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me, I you would
Lyrics bang more harder niggaz bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in grenades
Got so much I make the Devil run for shade
This ain't no game nigga, so don't with T
Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For off [unverified] trying to take these keys
A fely in Burberry
Picking up from the commissary
Don't with Terry

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz bang

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
Swang on, on