Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Sheisty's

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
me out, yo
is J 'Sug', yo
I you been around the world, man
I don't fuck wit' the sheisty
I don't fuck the sheisty hoes
I done did it all,

Yo, what would make a man pull a trigga'?
The same that make a scared man act bigga'
The same thing that make me my tec and empty quicker
rush, on the hush
You die fuckin' wit' us
lot is my home and In my team I trust
So talk about them things if yo' things don't bust
I knew a guy like you, his name was
Had me on 3-way the D.A.
Tryin' to find out we stay
So on my 24th I'm locked up in V.A.
He don't know my guns turn to slow motion
Then slow motion to no motion
Run up in the he hip hoppin'
Spit in, clip droppin', if I get caught, get Cochran
And give Pedro my pesos so he don't snitch I lay low
For 'bout a or two
Come back peek-a-boo, you see me, I see you
And if you talk, you be in ICU

Yo, yo, this
I know you know a hundred that sheisty
I know a hundred brotha's that's real
But I think it's time you know how we

1 - I have been a hundred places and nothin' me
Hit a hoe's and none of them wifey
For every thousand love me
A hundred like me
So how you wit' a hundred cats and none of the

We the niggas wit' the
And got the most traumatized
And how they actually sat and watched they mama die
But don't worry it, you second
Just had to get her
'cause she was the one that gave
And we can't no more dirt in the earth
I hate to be the last nigga to off your lights
usin' a switch, and throw you in a ditch
Ya don't fit, 'cause niggas could still see ya kicks
So do you really wanna that risk?
So unball ya fists 'cause I'm a step ahead of ya'll
You ya fists, I cock back
You a swing and you got that
And that's what gon' mop at
gun is from a foreign land
I don't know why it got it in my
And I'm gonna get off every
I care if its automatic or semi
If I 300 flat, that means I'mma send a hundred cats back
If 300 attack, but it don't be an exact
I'm get the gatts and get 'em all in one house, and run out
And some on the grass, and spit on it
And come to a pile of ash

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Yo, yo, yo, a sheisty, a hundred and quicker
We up inside the 18-wheeler
A drug dealer cold cash, but so as
To get his stash be no task with no mess
Love to get you hot and blast, than
My infared is on yo' ass, my team is on yo' ass
Plot and on yo' ass
That bitch you wit' stay screamin' on her ass
Put on her ass 'cause nigga, we love the cash
Harlem World got G's in the stash
No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or
You don't wanna be the who be catchin' the shell
Meeno, and I be, be the team to prevail
So when you pray, Jesus how you wanna be helped
MuthaFucka!!!!

Rock-a-bye baby [repeated til

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