Luyện nghe bài hát Adrenaline

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

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

With a gun to kill you 'cause I feel
You was the one fuckin' with my
I roll with a gang of go
And them ghouls and them

Who be to put the glock or the gauge
To the gut of one of your niggas and it
The aimed, deliver you niggas
These rigorous bullets, it's so 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 you the business
And in an instant be dimishin'

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

You niggas that I got that potion
To your brain in a bag and give you
A new perspective on who the realest
You just kill one you stupid 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
Shoot you in the if you bustin' my body up
With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone Capone

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

You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya down
Come at the you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 if you with ya female, uh
You was talkin' 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 bloody up the vest all the wall
my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of

Y'all niggas around, guns I wave around
Nigga stay 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 happy or the crack be
Put it all for Polaski
street, don't need to be said
Code red got beef with the feds

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

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like when the have to go
And pick up the pump to make his opposition chest up
And jump you lit up the gun
To ya body 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 hit off the trunk

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
Like the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump to 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 tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her in love with the
The slut was a threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch

And now she up in Pokip's dick, 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 build buildings with the bitch

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

Or gang bang to the rhythm I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the precision
be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit it I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the 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' duck, knowin'

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

(It's adrenaline rush)
when the motherfucka have 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 adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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

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