Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
to Harlem, what's really good?
Part 2, happens when you combine
The with the light?

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

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

Who be quick to put the 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

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

'Cause it ain't no of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done and dived in a coffin of shit
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 perspective on who the realest
You just can't kill one you 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 dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone Capone

leave me alone 'cause I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' money and layin' mack down
Came buckin', Twista gritty competition, what a pity

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

And a nigga too tall to fall comin'
So I hope y'all can bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all niggas play around, guns I around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm happy or the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, need to be said
Code red already got with the feds

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

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

(It's your rush)
when 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 your rush)
when the motherfucka 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 hit off the trunk

(It's your rush)
when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when you lit up the gun
To make ya get up and, uh

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

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

And now she up in dick, huggin' the strip slick
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha with
why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

Come and feel wit the balla the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and that says rewind means growin' before
And livin' and pause and this likeness
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 '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 prints of the Tech, straight off the
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

I'll still up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and
the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

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

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