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

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

Best be unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better your head, fuck 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 throatin' niggaz for a now
I stay to and whoopin' ballers
Who got of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no

What the be
I'm my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green
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, they for the weak
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brick

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

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 niggaz gon' get mad and never let you

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

Yes, nigga, look
Niggaz down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard 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? 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 'em, guns, we have '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, got diamonds in my Rolex
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 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 head your lose that, no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

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

that insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it how you live it nigga, they come 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)