Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

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

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

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

I cut throatin' niggaz 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 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T
(4 left)

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, hunt for the weak
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a

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

smokin' 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 gon' get mad and never let you leave

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

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

Prices, cheaper than the average, be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, with no rubbers
What the, What is that I smell?

No, not but it's 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 flash 'em unless we blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload,
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 strapped on my gat

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

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

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