Luyện nghe bài hát Bang Loose

Off ignorant, belligerent, gorilla people like mugilla
From the chickens, liver, stanky like kitty liver
Take my finger out your you smelly Funkadelic
Funkadelic reteric for you relics
(The buffalo fake the street sweeper)

The Grim grim reaper
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 killing each track I on
You had tights on you had nylons on

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

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 niggaz 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 niggaz loose

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

Hit, click, click, click, click,
Nigga, dissa, stealer,
Did-a anybody kill her? I'm
of them like Danskin
Closing caskets

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

Bitch, niggaz like pigeons
So if you claiming than it
And be the drama
It's WC and I your mama

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

Nigga make way for the big
Mr. all rider, original bang hand glider
Scuffing up swiftly
Looking for a spot that mini mat
And that's a 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 when live while you work
'Cause it ain't no repping
Either you riding or not, cock it or keep
Come on, the breeze

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

It ain't no bitch in this industry that flow me
Matter fact, it ain't to many niggaz can see me
For I've been none 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 couldn't come with it if you masturbated

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

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

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

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

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

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

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