Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Da Fam

This for the family

For the dynasty, a

it out, yo

Aiyo, time 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
money, drugs and hot slugs you know bleek

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

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

It's hit an run now, anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just furniture
Pop up the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero M R O C dot com

This cat back at it
Still crack at it
Still fuckin' with them
Still bust 'em with black matics

It's the bucks, it's the rush
You to get my ass at it
They say I ass backwards
how I act, as long as I stack, it's all mathematics

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

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

Papi knows name
And you ditched wife
Nigga gets stacked green nigga
It gets stacked chain

I get forty G's a now
Hold like a Aretha now
In the SL two now
And I'm in nuthin' but

I'm the illest female you heard thus far
Five-five with the B-cup bra
I fuck wit dem who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, cars

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

Give me an inch so I can 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 truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing
Y'all thinkin' Blake Carrington, I'm thinkin' like "ming
I got four nephews, and they all in
They all young and wild, plus they all things

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

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

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

the, the roc, the the, the roc
the, the roc, the the roc
You rollin' the roc
Dynasty niggas, that's right no other

It's the, the roc, the the, the roc
It's the, the roc, the the, the roc