Luyện nghe bài hát Spit In Your Face

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in face

Uh, straight off the bat, I
Straight off my back with a gun like I'm in
And in fact I and tackle and sack and crack
And crack 'em and snap back and my own shadow
'Cause ya'll wack and all

Bullshit ya talkin', to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I'mma brew these
Stir, I'm from the but you don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a

Yes, I want you to come here with that plan, boy
I'll this motherfucker 'til I burn my hand, boy
Bust up in the and shoot the witness on the stand, boy
This is my game, ask in the stands, boy

I'm all red, I'm on fire a ant pile
They put the down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make bleed
You suck dick, I

Yeah, yeah, and is how victory tastes
So I'mma spit in ya

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So spit in your face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

If this is a race, I ain't goin' for no
I am goin' for place, bow ya home, how ya gon'
Fuck me if I ain't fuckin' around
2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes the ground

Bitch nigga, I am not your
We are not the same home, boy
My Nina bring your joy
destroy who ya employ
I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Roy

Y'all so backwards, I do Backwoods, I'mma swisher, man
8 in the mornin' your get found by a fisherman
Yeah, You guys is bitches, girls
And Mr. Smith & Wesson wanna kiss ya pussy

Tongue kiss an angel, spit fire at the
And I do whatever for the of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try the black
Turn your motherfuckin' flowers to
Now fly to

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma in your face

Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

And crazy's what callin' me but crazy isn't hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or rewarded
no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack
I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just you get it back
Let's hope that you get it
And if I have to do with it, motherfucker, I did it

Yeah, Young Tune, monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang ass from the moon
'Cause you'll get sun, you just get it
Turn I.D. to a tomb

Goons are us, the for us
We eat with our hands, no and spoon for us
We will take the knives and we will take the
And we won't the jewelry but we will take the lives

So I'mma spit in your
Singin', ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Ay, yo, oh
Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So I'mma spit in your

Ay, yo, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
spit in your face