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

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

Best be 'bout a Tec, nigga
You protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the head
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't 'em

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

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

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

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

They weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You It better be M A G
Or niggaz get mad and never let you leave

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

Yes, nigga, look
Niggaz down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, You should see Weezy

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

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

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

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

I bust back back, yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You your lose 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
don't have no money, they can't bury you
Don't no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two

Bought insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it how you it nigga, when they 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)