Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Da Fam

This for the family

For the dynasty, a

it out, yo

Aiyo, this it's for my family, we ride or die
in the blood 'til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for
It's money, drugs and hot slugs you bleek

Squeeze hammers t'il they nail me, fuck what niggas me
Street scholar, keep firin' is they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be Memphis
Straight from da of dem B.K. niggas

we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubber-bands, just for the of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, metal

hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib like furniture
Pop up the gun in ya
Release one for M Bleek R O C dot com

This cat back at it
Still throwin' at it
Still fuckin' with crack-atics
Still bust 'em with them matics

ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You to get my ass at it
say I think ass backwards
Fuck how I act, as long as I stack, all mathematics

Our tracks nice, hug the ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck
Two guns, you know mac pack gat

that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, I wips right
No doubt, never droubt, that price
It gets that nice, when you live that

Papi knows yours
And you ditched wife
it's gets stacked green nigga
It gets chain nigga

I get G's a feature now
Franklin's like a Aretha now
In the SL two now
And I'm in but diamonds

I'm the illest female that you heard far
with the thirty-four B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem cats who up to par
I get for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars

I'm talkin' money, I'm talkin' bank money
I'm talkin' Martha Keats of with the rent money
on up, two in the sauna
Still ride the block, pull up on the corna, plus

me an inch so I can take a mile
I bring life like a new born child
Bitches tryin' ta up, gotta wait a while
As of now, Amil-lion just ya style, you dealin' with, nigga

The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me talk to niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc

Yo, y'all niggas ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Y'all Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' more like "ming
I got nephews, and they all right in
They all and wild, plus they all like things

And I'm havin' a child, is more frighting
But about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big
Come through flossin'em shiny it is

An don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what of event this is
I don't think you know I focus young is
Or I see was so real, you add on Amil

This is much more than rap, it's entrepreneur
Clothin', movie, and films, we come to it all
Roc-A-Wear, mill like, eighteen months
You could wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When all said and done, we gon' see what's what
Holla at Hov, be in the cut what

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You with the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's like no other

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