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

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 spot where you get put to the nigga

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

I been cut throatin' for a while now
I stay to and whoopin' ballers
Who got plots of 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 bitch off the hook! Nigga sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they for the weak
Niggaz comin' tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna from a quarter 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 party jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia

They weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It 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 bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin'
(3 left)

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

Prices, cheaper the average, ki's 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 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, 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 on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a must everyday I keep my pockets fat
Got so haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat

I bust back, leave 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 and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your lose that, no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

Play with me, your people, people gon' be you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' you
People don't have no money, they bury 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 come cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', cousin
(I you got the message)