Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Uhh, it out, uhh
(I steps in where the Mo's and the at baby)
all that pretty shit
Takin' it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
(Niggaz the deal)
Niggaz who the Don is
(Live Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one)
game, uhh, what, what

Out of this world Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury
We built them radars to stay from the cops
Crucial to make like A-C or the drop

Are we gonna stop? man, never my squad go broke
squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones show
Nigga I know, say "Been there done that" like Dre

hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I to salt
Had nice watches, nice cars, nice and rings
it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
you all fucked up and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out you need it
Be on some real bullshit, tell you to beat it

Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
That's what I did, now they all for hits
Nigga, it's on for the simple I let it be known
We still fly but separately now I charter my own

Propellers, good leave all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is than Mandala's, motherfuckers

some ghetto boys
Livin' in ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta to stay alive
It's reality, yeah

Yeah, make you a deal,
These the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but want dead
So I travel the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
'Cause when it's on then it's on, the shots flowin' your head

I been rich, I poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that he's observing

Won't be known I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, one seems, like a body
In fact my thoughts don't differ from that of God body

But it's the odd shottie that got cats, me
To the mob Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause
I got it locked like the Bob Marley
me y'all, the great Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers gone
Niggaz got killed in the field and all the babies born
they ain't fully prepared for this new world order
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters

You 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know these beads is more music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this I doubled the pie
Had a and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI

I hated algebra but I to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die
It's happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm your way

some ghetto boys
Livin' in ghetto streets
And everyday they fight to stay alive
(Stay alive)
just reality, yeah
(Oh, reality)

Damn it good to see people up on it
Flipped two in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted mean dreams
GS's BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer
Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in by Armani, check it

My lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad
Bulletproof vests they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, don't me

My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they me
While you killin' niggaz with punany, like heiny

And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor the virus
While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I go broke, now check it

Them country niggaz call me White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my thing
She half black half 86 she got me rental
The situation accidental
What? From a, a young G's perspective

Just some boys
Livin' in these streets
And everyday they gotta to stay alive
(To fight)
It's just
(It's reality)

some ghetto boys
Livin' in ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
(To alive)
It's reality