Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Done Started Something

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' holes up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, our drug capers
New city, know only way to play is gritty
I cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? my semi you chestless
And ain't that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I did shit that you won't do
So go wit the bullshit you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo'
Who sit next to protectin you?
But they'll murder you,
Don status, we gettin chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in

Ayo, and the lox
We knots from the out of state spots
Any make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high blunt lye
The rack of alumni
Who got more beef than a islamic
So I pack enough arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a in your gang want it
My ak slay gays, strays wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then soften a thug
Have a chump blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, a explanation
You bring crew and em and I'm doin em
Then I'm beatin em with aluminum
Then I'm two in em
You can't touch me, been double sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's

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If you love the money, prepare to die for it

Niggaz started somethin

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggaz started somethin

Yo, check out the kid that get coke sosa
Never down chocha, be in the costa
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a
Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my
the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and
And them rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your
Like pops from sugarhill
J be the cause for the at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your
We started the bottom
You'll see bad pardon, whatever
We can do it at the
Word life, shit is real big
I'm makin niggaz blow trial if they not guilty

I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental
bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only up, splittin up your anatomy
Official lock family, grants niggaz me
I want the finer things, and I you understandin me
at the table, plannin and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest,
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin
Any ya done started somethin
Actin invincible like you God or
If you god, i'ma makes a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then for everything you got
And if you a thug, start bustin off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite you bark

Don't at me wit no bullshit, use caution
Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like
For portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how harder must it hit
See if your hardest flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so three feet
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see
Bloodhounds found shit buried in the mud
traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive I'd is impossible, so you
John doe is what they be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't
So you got whatchu for

What's

Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin
Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all impressin bitches and stressin bitches
Well, I'm testin game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches
And wit mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, with snakes
Runnin wit you call rebels
I got an of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
That come through and worry
30 niggaz that like to bury
And scary niggaz get it all the
what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin until I pulled the nine
And if I know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you wit my man, then he stuck witchu
And gave it the
Cause I just my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back his chest
Then I the nine, boss of crime
Black gotti, I stack wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass who act snotty
Get it

These is for real
These ain't playin

This no fuckin game
You think we
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