Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' my family
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 niggas and pull it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

with niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the
And in an instant be dimishin'

'Cause it no type 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 niggas remember that I got that
To bore brain in a bag and give you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

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

Better leave me alone I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' down
Came buckin', Twista gritty competition, what a pity

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

And a standin' too tall to fall comin'
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 play around, guns I wave around
better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
street, don't need to be said
Code red already got beef the feds

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now she up in dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em 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 shit off ya

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' duck, knowin'

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

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

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

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