King of underground ammunition depot
Get rid of your bad habit of changing your medicine.
Let you see the illusion and vomit.
Trip and kill, go back and change diapers.
Don't forget who has been supporting this underground sky.
How many rappers pay less than seven figures in advance?
Those companies are pulling over. I tore up your contract.
I want freedom, not money or food. Wow.
Look what we do, brother.
Put the money in your pocket when you stand.
Trying to make me lose my soul
Please collect some oil and water rewards.
Why don't you blow my head off?
Underground seeds are sprouting here.
About winning or losing.
Look at the collapse of reactionaries and the increase of a new generation.
The blood in the street is waiting to be produced.
Red flowers in full bloom standing on the edge of the cliff
I won't join your charm.
There is a lot of smoke behind the bright stars.
Me and xiaoxi. oh, my god
Holding half the underground tissue in his hand
Intrigue, forget it.
I feel angry and sigh for this circle.
Freshmen rose up and set off blood shed.
Go to the end and see who is really profitable.
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button and never sell my soul. Sell my soul.
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button on the road, go on, go on.
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button and never sell my soul. Sell my soul.
Hide underground, hide underground.
Hide it underground on our way to the next floor.
Central and Eastern Europe:
The words that represent the underground are all blooming in my pen.
Written by a drawing pen connecting the preceding with the following.
Such as the plough skylight project.
Your Majesty by the Huangpu River is ready.
Start driving accounts
Born outside this mass grave
Now look at those who often do it online.
The cover figure standing on the podium
Pouring spirits on their livers can refresh them.
Founder of China Rap School.
The airflow in the jeep is ridiculously fast.
An opening is like the sun shining on the soil.
Then send your idol back to your alma mater by will.
Street veteran cigarette butts are so bright, stick to cherish.
Sweeping day and night, straightforward.
How many nights?
There is a bass in the lighted window.
Keep a seat with a frame and fragrance.
Too many lies came at me again.
Well, the attitude of helping decayed teeth is radical.
When I sing the hot rhyme of six or seven
Rational time-honored brands are showing off their inner details.
It is groundwater that gives me a rhyming cleanliness.
Capture a stunt that looks like a soldier under pressure.
The beauty of force majeure comes from the mouth of God.
Don't always shout.
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button and never sell my soul.
Sell my soul
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button on the road.
Keep it. Keep it.
Hide it underground and never sell my soul to the devil.
Start with the button and never sell my soul.
Sell my soul
Hide underground, hide underground.
Hide it underground on our way to the next floor.