Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The with the light?

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

With a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I
You was the one fuckin' with my
I with a gang of go getters
And them ghouls and them

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
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 menaces and villains and
That'll you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

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

You niggas remember that I got that
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just can't kill one you stupid
You got to us all

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

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

You fuckin' with it then put ya stash down
Come at the you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya even if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' shit nigga,
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I y'all can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all niggas play around, I wave around
better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it right all for
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red already got with the feds

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when 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

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And jump you lit up the gun
To make ya 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 hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a ho, she at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted 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 with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with the bitch

Come and feel wit the who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that says means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this
I can spit it for some who for represent the call of the righteous

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit 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 shit off ya

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

I'll open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
Murderin' the is the ultimate adrenaline rush

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

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