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
It's in the '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 they nail me, fuck what niggas tell me
scholar, keep firin' is what they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named
from da borough of dem B.K. niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The, the roc, the the, the roc
(Let me to y'all niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc

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

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

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

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

the, the roc, the the, the roc
the, the roc, the the roc
You with 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