Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Drama, Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, really good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The with 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, that bullshit up my alley
Chasing you right up the

With a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I
You was the one fuckin' my family
I with a gang of go getters
And them ghouls and gorillas

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, so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

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

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

You niggas remember I got that potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just can't kill one you stupid
You got to us all

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
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 head from the full of lead
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, fled
ya sleep sleep, nigga dead

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

(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 ya body get up and, uh

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

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

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

Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you a sucka
Big Will tryin' to her and cuff her
And Killa done her in love with the chick
The slut was a fish threw her bait, her in and gutted the bitch

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

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

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma 'em with the technical precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get wit it like I'm lit off the wet
If beef, get the shit off ya chest

take 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 makin' niggas duck,

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

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the 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