Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off that ignorant, belligerent, gorilla like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky like kitty liver
my finger out your putang you smelly Funkadelic
With Funkadelic for you relics
(The fake the nigga street sweeper)

The Grim Reaper's grim
I'm a Don like Magic Juan, off that
The game sprays out of my like a can of Krylon
Riverside to Saigon, I'm each track I rhyme on
You had tights on like you had on

Boogie banga funked out panty
enough to get TV reception with a coat hanger
me
(It's the words man)
Fake comedy for my done on purpose
About to set the fly one, with the ghetto Hiesman
I'll serve niggaz in the person don't even try it

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Timber, Hawk, the big hawk
Ready to
the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing,
Flipped and slipped and clipped the trigger

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a kill her? I'm blasting
None of like Danskin
caskets chromed

Put my L.A. throat on
It's back on and cheddar
In my ride with the feather, in linen
Strolling the vengeance
And I make that gun clap

Bitch, niggaz like pigeons
So if you claiming than it
And be the drama
It's WC and I ain't mama

Vaboom, he's back to in work
Vaboom, to make your neck and jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Nigga way for the big bomber
Mr. all night rider, original bang glider
up Chucks swiftly
Looking for a launch that mini mat
And a hard hat
Do it till I get you, grip whip you

Nigga, your pitiful, picture me burner material
Never, scraped off serial numbers and brought
Ditching your block when while you work
'Cause it no half repping
Either you riding or not, it or keep stepping
Come on, feel the

What, ain't know? I got a squad so cold
We freeze all area codes, need this, real Gs
Critical thesis to break shit down to quarter pieces
For real, Devil, the under the Dub
Swanging, giving orders to and thugs

It ain't no bitch in this that flow like me
Matter fact, it ain't to niggaz that can see me
For sure I've been to loc for way too long
Now the spot on me, so believe me its on
Its funny the way I'm hated, always
But ya'll hoes couldn't come it if you masturbated

Niggaz wanna me, I wish you would
Lyrics more harder than niggaz bang they hood
I come through unexpected like the in grenades
Got so heat I make the Devil run for shade
This ain't no game nigga, so fuck with T
Mess and be headlining on Unsolved Mysteries

I got for my arrest by the FBDs
For pushing off [unverified] trying to these keys
A fely in Burberry
Picking up money the commissary
Don't fuck with

Vaboom, he's back to in work
Vaboom, to make your and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to your neck and head jerk
'em bang, bang, make 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my bang loose

Vaboom, he's back to putting in
Vaboom, to make your neck and head
Make 'em bang, bang, make 'em all
Do the thing, my niggaz bang loose

Vaboom, he's to putting in work
Vaboom, to make neck and head jerk
Make 'em bang, bang, 'em all move
Do the damn thing, my niggaz loose

WC, Dr. Stank, Devil, T
on, swang on