Luyện nghe bài hát 357

On my Harlem my BK niggas
Back uptown baby ave
My oyas on broadway all day, on

Aye yo, you love the way I rep black step the F
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check that
Any girl I met hit that, love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you snatched

Get your ribs cracked, got a have me kick that
Get that sit back school shit that
Learn how to pack for the big stacks and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

day one been in a ditch came with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
Friends sending me flicks girls sending me
Been in some had to tap a chin with a fist

When the Begin with a stich
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't in a chick
Eight on the ask Dominican Rich

Winning and rich on cinnamon grits
and shit how a nigga spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
in it BB's kinted ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise see if you can sky
I'll bring it to you at your local
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

Play jumped up and sprayed people
I got dudes that'll jiggle with the A's
You not a threat you it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet nigga now I'm set

go another route
Kidnap your family make brother eat your mother out
I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't a fuck about I wouldn't talk about

I'm through wit' it your crew ain't true wit' it
I see your man he's like umm nothing to do it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like that
up nigga clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore envy nigga I'm not in of any
I'll leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of
While me and betha throw
By Alma Queta, Chicqueta, Monero

Don't ever fuck around with the don's
See Jones fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots out to act cool
Cars never 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down with the
Niggas 'em bitches please 'em
When I'm out of yo my pants got a crease in 'em
All valid never hard mallet

been up in you favorite star's stlyus
Coward on my hoes like Marv Albert
But you should thank un though made you run though
Been at your front gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo up? What the fuck is wrong with you?
that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for niggas that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
What? Tell these niggas the deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you look up a gat got you up attack huh
in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in check on work of the rap

Now I'm not saying what I like or I dislike
But get the out my face 'til your shit's right
See baby boy I guns you know the big type
The kind might give you a 10 year fear of life

And I was just like flippin' hundred pack
But nowadays I'm the you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done with the
I get pure coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your brain dead
Light this herb mean to disturb
Never been to street but I flip a big bird
And I stealers and they not from Pittsburgh

No rapping or ostriches
kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey we pro way
Mess us no way now go 'head go play