Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

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

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

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

I cut throatin' niggaz for a while now
I stay to tapin' and ballers
Who got plots of or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to it, no matter

the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I for life and I'm H O T nigga
(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 from a quarter ounce up to a brick

Dem old side niggaz, them new side
Might get loaded but they do ride
They stuck in line, but right after all over
The block party at Washington in Magnolia

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

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

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

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

No, it's not but it's a dead body by the
My grill, platinum, necklace,
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we 'em, guns, we have 'em

We do not flash 'em we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, calicos, brr! Reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm Holly Grove, what?
(2 left)

Look, look, look, plenty got in my Rolex
Two on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a must everyday that I keep my fat
Got so many haters, that's why I strapped on my gat

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

Play me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' 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

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