Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

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

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

be 'bout 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 niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin' and 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 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I for life and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

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

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

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

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

Yes, one-seven nigga,
step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
Need them, birdies? You see Weezy

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

No, it's not but it's a body by the canal
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, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload,
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, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust if you play with me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up with and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

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

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