Tech N9ne Stress Relief текст песни, слова песни Stress Relief Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne - Stress Relief
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(C'mon and sing it with me)
? Who you talkin to? What you wanna do? What the hell you thinkin?
Who da fuck are you? Where my fuckin money? I'm a beat yo ass!
What's so fuckin funny? Nigga I'm a need mo cash!
Why you try n play me? I'm a slump you till you delirious!
You niggas must be crazy. Are you fucking serious?
Fuck this goddamn job. You know what I quit!
I'm ready to go in on you. You lyin son of a bitch!
You don't know shit! Don't get yo throat slit.
Stop movin slow trick! Go bitch!
I don't give a damn! I don't wanna hear, which one of em did it nigga.
Why you shake n shiver? Pull the fuckin trigger!
[x2:]
Ahhh shit motherfucker I'm a kick yo fuckin ass!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(C'mon and sing it with me)
What you say to me? What you wanna fight? This ain't what you want, bitch I got all night!
Just say what ya wanna say.
I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID! She had sex with WHO? In my fuckin bed!
Don't call me no more. You fuckin whore! Get down on the floor. Shut that god damn door!
I'm ready to smash!
You ready to blast! Get ready ta pull it dump some bullets in these haters ass!
Mothafuck the judge! You holdin a grudge? You fucked up ma plug!
You killin ma buzz! I'm a fuck up this club! Ah you wanna push n shove.
You reppin tha cause. What's with it blood!
[x2:]
Ahhh shit motherfucker I'm a kick yo fuckin ass!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(C'mon and sing it with me)
Yeah!
Somtimes ya gotta let loose n, flip on a fuckin nuisance.
Stress release when you can not give a damn about they 2 cents.
Cussin em out reduce them shoutin it out ya mouth then lose them.
Clout not arout no doubt get gruesome. Out n about get [? ] then use them!
As a punching bag with ma blunt n drunkin ass want some funkin somthin fast.
Hunt tha chump n dumpin mags. Got you punked n mad. Wanna dump n clash.
Jump tha punks them bunks are crunk n? munch they lunch n dash?
We go to jail! We know the cell. It's cold as hell.
[? ] he go ta bail. You know ta yell, if you know that hoe a tell.
You think I'm spo ta fail, bitch go to hell!
Ahhh shit motherfucker I'm a kick yo fuckin ass!
This is stress relief, this is stress relief, this this is stress relief!
(C'mon and sing it with me)
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