Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

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

Who be quick to put the or the gauge
To the gut of one of niggas and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
rigorous bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in and see the trouble 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 jivin' off of this
You somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you get the notion to just motion forward
And get on ho shit

You remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag and you
A new on who the realest y'all
You just kill one you stupid bitch
You got to us all

What can I say to make you see how the 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 known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, a pity

You ain't fuckin' with it put ya stash down
Come at the you touched, uh
shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh
You was shit nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya and ya new interior detail

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, 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 beef with the

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

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like 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 rhythm hit off the

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition 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 pick up and
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk

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

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 motha bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya

take off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you jump off the set and get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

still open up the trunk
Guns we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the 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 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