Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

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

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

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, brew these punkies
Stir, I'm the block but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a

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 victory
So I'mma spit in ya

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 spit in your face

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 around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the

Bitch nigga, I am not homeboy
We are not the same home, boy
My Nina Baker bring joy
I'll destroy who ya
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Roy

Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your body get found by a
Yeah, You guys is bitches, little
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pearl

Tongue kiss an angel, spit at the devil
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black
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 in your face

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

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

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

Goons are us, the for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and for us
We will take the and we will take the wives
And we won't take the but we will take the lives

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 in your face

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