Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

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

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

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

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

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

Timber, Hawk, it's the big
to chalk
With the ping, ping
make the Dre swing, swing
Flipped and slipped and clipped equipped the

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

Put my L.A. back on
It's back on and cheddar
In my ride with the blue feather, in
with the vengeance
And when I that gun clap

Bitch, niggaz roll like
So if you than brang it
And be about the
It's WC and I your mama

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

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all night rider, original bang hand
Scuffing up swiftly
Looking for a spot that mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it I get you, pistol grip whip you

Nigga, pitiful, picture me back burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and [unverified]
Ditching your block when live you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, cock it or keep
on, feel the breeze

What, y'all ain't I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, they this, real Gs
Critical thesis to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the boss the Dub
Swanging, giving to chickens and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For sure I've been none to loc for way too
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, underrated
But ya'll couldn't come with it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna test me, I you would
Lyrics bang more harder than niggaz bang they
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 Mysteries

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to these keys
A female in Burberry
Picking up money from the
Don't fuck with

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

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

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

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

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