Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

You we don't 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 with, they bling bling
V.L. is my my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is the where you get put to the test nigga

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

I been cut throatin' niggaz for a now
I to tapin' and whoopin' ballers
Who got plots of birds or or ki's or bricks, whatever
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 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
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce a quarter ounce up to a brick

Dem old side niggaz, them new side
Might get but they do ride niggaz
They stuck in line, but right after all over
The party jumpin' at Washington 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 gon' get mad and let you leave

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

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

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

No, it's not but it's a dead 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 gon' '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 in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my fat
Got so many haters, that's why I stay on my gat

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

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

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