Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

Killa, Psycho Drama,
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's good?
Part 2, what happens you combine
The darkness the light?

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

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

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your and pull it
The trigga aimed, you niggas
rigorous bullets, it's so rivid and to see you
Livin' in vengance and see the you're put in

Fuckin' with you shouldn't
These menaces and and hoodlums
That'll you the business
And in an instant be whoopin'

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

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

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

leave me alone 'cause I represent
The city for killin' motherfuckas
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack
buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what 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 talkin' nigga, wassup?
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior

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

Y'all play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down, 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 all for Polaski
Cross street, don't need to be
Code red got beef with the feds

Put three in ya head from the street full of
knee-deep, you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep, nigga fled
When ya sleep sleep, dead

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

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

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

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

Ya is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and her
And Killa done fucked her in love 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

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

Or bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
That'll be 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 jump off the set and get
The of the Tech, straight off the deck
up and makin' niggas duck, knowin'

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

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like 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)
Like when the 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 rhythm hit off the