Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What can I say to 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
With the chrome, I stilla be in the 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, a pity

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

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
So I hope y'all can crawl bloody up the vest all the
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can all of y'all

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave
Nigga better stay down, lay down, 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 right all for
Cross street, need to be said
Code red already got with the feds

Put three in ya head from the street 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 spot
Jackpot, ask not

(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 make ya 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 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)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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

Or gang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If beef, get the shit off ya chest

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

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

(It's adrenaline 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 ya body get up and, uh

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

(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)
when the motherfucka have 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