Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Music

This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit
you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these to trash they rooms with
Just whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you have to ask who produced it
You just know the new shit
The of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people actin'

I come to every with intention to do harm
With a prosthetic arm and smellin' Boone's Farm
Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own

Connivin' Kon, with a bomb
to my stomach screamin', "Let's get it on"
A lush that love to drink, drivin' a tank
Rollin' over a bank, see me and faint

drastic, I'm past my limit of coke
I think I'll up my high by your throat
Push your carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat
Your mens beat the minute I step onto your street
This is fight

You know why my hands are so No
'Cause my grandmother my dick and I didn't come, oh
Smacked whore for talkin' crap, bitch
So what if she's handicapped, the bitch Bizarre couldn't rap

I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers and rape you
While Dr. Dre you, hell yeah
done got me on this song
Eatin' a hot dog readin' the Holy Quran I'm on the John

of wearin' this yellow thong
Take it Sisqo, you know where it belongs, thong, thong, thong
Now here's a gun, I'll put it in palm
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms, fuck your songs

This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do
Whenever you hear some and you can't refuse it
It's just some shit for these kids to trash rooms with
refuse whenever they asked to do shit

The type of shit that you don't to ask who produced it
You just know that's the new
The of shit that causes mass confusion
And drastic movement of people stupid

bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
I'm King Kong, blow you to kingdom come
Show you gun funk
Sixteen and one pump, click-clack

The in my paw, shove it in your jaw
Have you out this fuckin' club in your drawers
We lovin' the broads, there's to applaud
But fuck it it's all good, the hood is up in The Source, it's fight

I'm a that loves scuffles
And won't hesitate to you again for swollen knuckles
I'm like that, catch a nigga bear traps
Blow his head right in front of the priest sayin', "You hear that?"

I slap your freak, bump you and speak
If you on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink
I suffocated my shrink for talkin', came back and fucked up
His pallbearers and made 'em his coffin, it's fight music

These beads I'm is stingin' 'em
See all niggaz? When I step in the club, I'm bringin' 'em
If any nigga lookin' too hard, we King 'n 'em
Malice to them and gasolinin' 'em with premium

a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Hold up a picture of his and kick it at him
Blast while you right hookin', when your wife's lookin'
Fuck fight music, bitch this is losin' your life

If I could capture the rage of today's youth and it
Crush the glass from my bare hands and it
Then spit it back in the faces of you
And hypocrites who the same shit but don't say shit

You Liberace's, Versace's and you
Watch me 'cause you you got me in this hot seat
You motherfuckers judge me 'cause you're not me
never stop me, I'm top speed as you pop me

I came to save new generations of babies
From parents who failed to raise 'em 'cause they're
To grow to me, I'm makin' 'em go crazy
That's how I got this whole to embrace me

And you fugazi if you I'ma admit wrong
I cripple any hypocritic I'm sic'd on
And this song is for any kid who picked on
A sick song to retaliate to and called

This kind of music, use it and you get to do shit
Whenever you hear some shit and you can't it
It's some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with
Just whenever they asked to do shit

The of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it
You know that's the new shit
The type of shit that causes mass
And drastic of people actin' stupid, it's fight music