Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people mugilla
From the chickens, liver, rivers like kitty liver
Take my finger out your putang you smelly
With Funkadelic reteric for you
(The buffalo the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim grim reaper
I'm a Don like Juan, off that sauvignon
The game sprays out of my mouth a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm killing each track I on
You had on like you had nylons on

Boogie banga funked out panty
enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
me
(It's the [unverified] man)
Fake comedy for my done on purpose
to set the fly one, down with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll niggaz in the third person don't even try it

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
to chalk
With the ping, ping
make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and and clipped equipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
Closing chromed

Put my L.A. back on
It's back on and getting
In my with the blue feather, in linen
Strolling the vengeance
And when I make that gun

Bitch, roll like pigeons
So if you than brang it
And be about the
It's WC and I ain't mama

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all night rider, original bang glider
Scuffing up Chucks
Looking for a spot that mini mat
And that's a hat
Do it till I get you, pistol whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial and brought [unverified]
Ditching your when live while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, it or keep stepping
Come on, the breeze

What, ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We all area codes, they need this, real Gs
thesis bound to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this industry that like me
Matter fact, it ain't to many that can see me
For I've been none to loc for way too long
Now the spot lights on me, so me its on
Its the way I'm hated, always underrated
But ya'll hoes couldn't with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me, I you would
Lyrics bang more than niggaz bang they hood
I through unexpected like the in Vietnam grenades
Got so much I make the Devil run for shade
This ain't no nigga, so don't fuck with T
Mess around and be headlining on Unsolved

I got warrants for my arrest by the
For pushing off [unverified] to take these keys
A fely in Burberry
Picking up money the commissary
Don't with Terry

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, back to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
Swang on, on