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

Nigga 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 nigga

be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, the chest nigga
I run the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you trust 'em

I been cut throatin' niggaz for a now
I stay to tapin' and ballers
Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks,
Click clack! I got to 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 life and I'm H O T
(4 left)

Dis off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, they for the weak
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter 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 jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia

They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the of the street
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 motherfuckers wearin'
(3 left)

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

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

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 unless we gon' '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 diamonds in my
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 stay on my gat

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

Play me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' 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, peel it nigga you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', cousin
(I you got the message)