Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

Yeah, I am more than and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who it
Violence, yeah, that right up my alley
Chasing you right up the

With a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I
You was the one with my family
I with a gang of go getters
And them 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
Livin' in vengance and see the trouble put in

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

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

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

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

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

You fuckin' with 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 and ya new interior detail

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

Y'all niggas play around, I wave around
Nigga better down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to
The boy get nasty, force me, blast me

Sawed-off and I'm or where the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
Cross street, don't to be said
Code red already got with the feds

Put three in ya head from the full of lead
Fuck knee-deep, be six feet when ya dead
Street when I creep creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, dead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

(It's your rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition kick up
And when 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 the trigga pick up and dump
So the bass kick up the bump
And let the hit off the trunk