Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

Yeah, I am more than compelled and 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 'cause I
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll with a gang of go
And them ghouls and them

Who be quick to put the glock or the
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The trigga aimed, deliver you
These rigorous bullets, it's so and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the you're put in

Fuckin' niggas you shouldn't
These and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in a of shit
So if you ever get the notion to just forward
And get on some ho

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

What can I say to you see how the fuck I feel
To me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my up
With the chrome, I be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me 'cause I represent
The known for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and mack down
Came buckin', Twista spittin' competition, what a pity

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

And a nigga standin' too to fall comin'
So I y'all can crawl bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin'
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, Tolor me, blast me

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

Put three in ya head from the full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep, nigga dead

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make the trigga pick up and
So turn the bass kick up the
And let the rhythm hit off the

(It's your rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And pick up the 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 up the pump to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the 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 done fucked her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, reeled her in and the bitch

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

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the 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

Don't off ya vest, all my niggas
Make you off the set and always get
The prints of the Tech, straight off the
Mobbin' up and niggas duck, knowin'

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka to go
And up the pump 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)
Like when the 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

(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 to make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk