Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

Yeah, I am more than compelled and to expel
This hell inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
Violence, yeah, that bullshit right up my
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 ghouls and them gorillas

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

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an be dimishin' whoopin'

it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
You done and dived in a coffin of shit
So if you ever get the to just motion 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 y'all
You just can't kill one you bitch
You got to us all

can I say to make 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 like

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

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

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

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave
Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh
Put 'em on the Greyhound, it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Tolor me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm or where 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 from the street full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, fled
When ya sleep sleep, dead

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

(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 make ya get up and, uh

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

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

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

And now she up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip
5th tucked in her hip, she mug you for kicks
And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya with bricks
Cocoa why ya build buildings with concussion the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm when I it
kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be up all the devices
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If beef, get the shit off ya chest

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when 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 kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk