Luyện nghe bài hát Club

No black sheep, played the back seat for months
away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin
Got the rings and the chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole
I penetrate em, then I em
I let the next nigga em, cuz I don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the most to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made
And killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you about winners?
You hear word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell cuz it's in my veins
(No soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your up if you a thug
And all niggas say

[Chorus:
(Woah!)
You see a soldier on the holler
(Woah!)
You hear soldiers on them beats holler
(Woah!)
Every time them soldiers speak
(Woah!)

& Abel:]
Load your weapons, your gats
We daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest heart attacks
my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your and 'Lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a
Gangstafied & Abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt
For the and, woah it's bout to happen
What you (?) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's from tv
Niggas hated, I sho hated
the weed, cremated
See game, we regulated

[Mr.
Nigga, you me
The nigga that spell out? (Nah)
The nigga that'll run through your set and bang
hoe motherfuckin out (Fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and em down
Cuz they wearin Tanks, they don't what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll the club up
Nigga, I don't a fuck if you bangin or slangin
Nigga I put this Tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave this without
spellin a
K-L you done lost your motherfuckin
Stop the track cuz these niggas don't know about my click
I down the M to the A to the C
the S to the E to the R to the V
Fuckin the T to the A to the N to the K
And I come through motherfucker and I raise my Tank up high
You best believe some a you motherfuckers gon die

[Big
what I claim?
Nigga I TRU!
I hang with niggas that's killas TRU tatoos
I got my name Big Ed from what I put between
I got my name Assassin the way I empty out clips
the No Limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your up if you rowdy
And when hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
it

[Snoop
gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
So I can come through and it TRU and do what the fuck I

I bust, I keep it TRU from the
Snoop Dogg, the representer from Long city
A TRU dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close, y'all run this race
I place my above the stack
With my homeboys Mac and you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even out or trip out
Or dip out, niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it tell it
can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real

X:]
Biggest mama, drama two here I come
Put down for my son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get shine on cuz it's your time
And I'ma get my rhyme on and spit like
Cocked nine the ghetto diva
Mia X-rated, platinum plated
it, when they hear me on the K-L track
All them niggas grab they head and back
Woah cuz it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is the
Lyrical I exhale
Some bitches like you name is Mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or
On TRU I'ma close your shop,