Luyện nghe bài hát 357

On my Harlem my BK niggas
Back baby Lennox ave
My oyas on broadway all day, on

Aye yo, you the way I rep black step the F back
'Fore I bring out the guns and chest check respect
Any girl I met that hit that, love the way I that
I don't kit kat push your wig back, get you snatched

Get your cracked, got a friend have me kick that
Get that sit school shit skip that
Learn how to flip pack for the big and the big act
Now I got the big click, clack, uh

Since day one been in a ditch came a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in the mix
sending me flicks girls sending me kicks
Been in some shit had to tap a with a fist

When the [Incomprehensible] Begin with a
End in a kiss so yo so I in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a
Eight on the dope ask Rich

and rich eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit how a spin in six
See they all see the but you see me in it
TV's in it BB's ask who it is

You see me I did drive bys
Now I take you on top of a high see if you can sky dive
I'll it to you at your local gymnasium
How 'bout the palladium, it yankees stadium uh

Play people up and sprayed people
I got dudes jiggle with the A's legal
You not a you want it you got it bet
I'll leave your momma and your poppa wet wait now I'm set

I'll go another
Kidnap family make your brother eat your mother out
I done dug her out needles to jug her out
Pillows to smother out, you don't give a fuck about I wouldn't talk

I'm through it your crew ain't even true wit' it
I see your man like umm nothing to do with it
I know you pack like but Cam why you act like that
Shut up clack, clack, clack, pat, pat, pat, rat, tat, tat

Put fear 'fore nigga I'm not in fear of any
leave a nigga black and blue like a pair of pennys
While me and betha throw
By Queta, Chicqueta, Monero Nieta

ever fuck around with the don's cheddar
See Jimmy fronting in the jon cletta
Or the black boots jumping out to act
never lease 'em girls tease 'em

My man and his wife he want me down the threesome
Niggas tease 'em please 'em
When I'm out of town yo my got a crease in 'em
All valid never hard mallet

Dallas been up in you favorite star's
Coward bite on my hoes like Marv
But you should thank un though coulda you run though
at your front door gun hold for fun though

{Yo, yo, yo, yo up? What the fuck is wrong with you?
that it's not a game
Yo, you ain't gotta be rhythming for like that
Man fuck niggas B, yo, you know what you do
Tell these niggas the real deal, aight check it}

Aiyyo cook up the crack, cook up the
Every time you look up a gat got you up attack huh
in the back, nahthe guns I had put in the back
I want the hook up in on this work of the rap

Now I'm not what I like or what I dislike
But get the fuck out my face 'til your shit's
See baby boy I carry you know the big type
The kind that might give you a 10 year fear of

And I was just like y'all flippin' pack
But I'm the only you a running back
You got to understand baby I'm done the crack
I get white coke from Columbian cats

Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain
Light this herb don't mean to
Never been to Sesame street but I a big bird
And I know stealers and they not Pittsburgh

No rapping or ostriches
kidnapings and hostages
So, y'all better obey we pro way
with us no way now go 'head go play