Luyện nghe bài hát 40 Bars

For the year 2G the rap game change for one
aim to slain anything on this plane
Remains are found when the best secret get heated
You platinum wit a ghost writer,
so in the game you won you
My slang when you need it
You man to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it
(*gunshots*) Die if you believe it
Anything to do wit millions be wit it
Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the
In my guess useless, just talkin music
Never me for a fake MC
You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT
Get in a second in the first degree
Come to me wit tendacies
You'll be where the maggots be
Ain't nuthin used to beef actually
but it's on I raise first automatically
Won't me as a victim and a rap casualty
Raiders hit VA in the summertime
Ten in one line
in each hand, twin 45's in mines
Snipers hittin niggaz long for a rate
and daughters, one order you'll be floatin in water
Bad news home of the Dynasty
One luv to the ol niggaz
They in the jail to raise us
Even the that tried to blaze us
but couldn't graze us
See dem bitch azz niggaz killin don't amaze us
Y'all I'm spittin wit a mouf full of rage
(DIS MY NIGGA REPRESENTIN BAD NEWS
YO MY SAY DAT SHIT)
Everybody stay fly get kill and fuck bitches
I'm hittin anything in view for my riches
VA's finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz to bitches
die for zero digits; I'ma giant midgets
I killaz that kill for a fee
that'll yo' ass for free, believe me
How you die fast or slowly?
as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie
I yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me
All the hardcore niggas me
I knockin, I'm jus gon' bust up in the motherfucker
Takin anything that's mines
Lust, AKs, rifles, and
Physique crew, designs
wit jewels that shine all the
Ain't nuthin sweet about this of mystique
Got while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat
die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da
Niggas screamin he was a boy ever since he was born
but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don't that long
but hoes in wigs that think they head strong
got hollerin Jewelz dead wrong on this song
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO
FORTY FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK!!!
YO!!