Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches 2

I once knew brother
Who I was cool with me
Chilled out
Even went to school me
Fly nigga, my ace coon
We used to low together
Shot dice in the
You trouble
trouble you found
'Cause we diss ya, issue
The beat down
He needed
I would always come
Needed a car he use mine too
But bust
Out on the
People say he was
me a sucker
Talkin' bout how I'm livin'
Someone him
Poppin' shit last week
for some pussy
From big butt freak
I'm his worker
I was on his
Talkin' that old weak assed shit
And all of that
She walked away
How ya diss your boy
To get play?
And when I stepped to him it
He said, who

Yo, how did he go
He went out a bitch
So
We just talkin' 'bout you
'Cause some of you
Is too

I knew this named Mitch
Stong
He a girl, in five minutes he lay her
Trucked jewels
smothered in ice
Been to not once, but twice
Kept a stupid posse
Made of and
Crooks and
And vet
Who up to no good
But they all behind him
And watched his
the only way
To on the track
But yo
got rushed by the feds last week
They snatched by the
Of his white
Took a look
And did they see
Two keys and a of P.C.P
Oh shit, the crashed
subliminal
Three strikes, called
criminal
So instead of goin'
He snitched on his posse
Maxed at the
And sipped Martini and
Sold out his whole
That rat named

Yo, how did he go
He went out a bitch
So
We ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause of you'll niggas
Is too

I knew guy
was never that fly
Couldn't act
Even he tried
When we played
He cried
When he stories, he always lied
A black
Who was missin' the part
He had the
But was missin' the heart
When we would
He would go down quick
So he took
And he still got his ass
But now he's
And he kicks his ass
it comes from problems
That he had in the
like blacks
Claims upper class
the police, got himself a badge
Now he the streets
And he's out to
Doggin' young
'Cause they usually fight back
Got a white
And he for that
And every
Another head they
So now big man
But he really shit

Yo, how did he go
He went out a bitch
So
We ain't talkin' 'bout you
a lot of this pigs
Are too

Out one with my crew
And new kid
I didn't know homeboy, but E did
So I he was cool
We rode in his
Rag top tray on
Lifted to side
We hit the party
was hawkin' me
You could feel the
Of artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G
I put my back to the
And felt my pistol
All of a
started trippin'
Flippin', the record started
Wildin', started lockin' up
cracked
The started smokin' up
Me and he hit the
And the back door
My let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the
It was gone, we had to it out
by side
Punk left us to die in a ditch

Yo, how did he go
He went out a bitch
So
We just talkin' 'bout you
'Cause you ass niggas
Is too

So if wonderin'
Why we are at you
Funny if you
You always tell a
You've got a lot of
But you don't
Yo lad you what I be frontin'
I'ma tell you

You act you can fight
But when a real fight
You find out
Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it
No, you ain't, man
No, you ain't
A brother think got back up
But you don't
You why
I wouldn't even hit you my fist
I'd smack shit out of you

I know the brothers