Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

You know we don't 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 fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my my hood, my set nigga
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 head
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you trust 'em

I been cut niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin' and ballers
Who got plots of birds or chickens or 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 for life and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

Dis bitch off the hook! never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they for the weak
Niggaz comin' 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 in line, but right after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in

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

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

Yes, nigga, look
step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
Need them, You should see Weezy

Prices, than the average, ki's be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, rape no rubbers
the, hell? 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 we gon' 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 in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten my fuckin' neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my fat
Got so many haters, why I stay strapped on my gat

I back 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, ain't no back back, I'm tellin' you

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

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