Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of or die
So all bullshit you talking, go head nigga

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you
But I'm gone deal wit my sooner
I got'em looking for my solo album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I ain't got on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing you can tell time on
ain't all good right now
Cause more niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop like that nigga j gone squeeze
all I got is misdeameanors and some acd's
Y'all gon me lay something down I promise
And puff wear and listen to carl thomas
Puff and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we getting plenty of
Go you know we lighting plenty of dro
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head though go head really though
Go head you know we hitting of hos
Go head you know we ripping of shows
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head truly though go head really

Now I y'all niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
to kill, don't worry bout no doctor bill
It gone be one of those just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't to go in the store an cop y'all shit
Only I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth ain't no the cops
I my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the stay nasty like hallway piss
If you the p spitting it's a deep ass song
When I die mama bury me wit clothes on
Cause be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was wit the savages, kicking the drop
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my weed or your whore
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
my clip to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone after a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch