Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

You know we drop hits, uh uh
We classics nigga, uh huh
Cash money, c'mon, get at me

thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my block my hood, my set
Uptown is the where you get put to the test nigga

Best be unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, the chest nigga
I run with the guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up with and hustlers, you can't trust 'em

I been cut throatin' for a while now
I stay to and whoopin' ballers
Who got of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to it, no matter

What the be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

Dis off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, hunt for the weak
comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce a quarter ounce up to a brick

Dem old side niggaz, them new niggaz
Might get loaded but they do niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after it's all
The block party at Washington in Magnolia

They weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It be M A G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and let you leave

A mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the they cause
A of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage
(3 left)

Yes, nigga, look
step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
them, birdies? You should see Weezy

Prices, than the average, ki's be
We be thuggers, stunners,
mothers, rape with no rubbers
What the, hell? What is that I

No, it's not but a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum, necklace,
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we 'em

We do not 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, calicos, brr! Reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove,
(2 left)

Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin'
It's a must everyday I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters, that's why I stay on my gat

I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass
Trust that if you play with me I dress in
That's a fact, don't me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' carry you
People don't have no money, they can't you
Don't have no insurance, you be in the freezer a or two

Bought that yourself, cousin
Get it how you live it nigga, when come cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', stung
(I you got the message)