Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
These rigorous bullets, it's so and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble you're put in

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

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

You niggas that I got that potion
To bore your in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the y'all
You just can't one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

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

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

You ain't 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' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior

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

niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor me, blast me

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka 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)
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 hit off the trunk

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 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

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

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

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

Or gang bang to the when I spit it
kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the off ya chest

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

still open up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

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

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

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