Luyện nghe bài hát 534

[Verse Bleek]
Yeah, I come bottom to the top
I seen a lotta niggaz
Top to bottom, cause they wasnt hot
Them niggaz swore they was chillin, they not
Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? the pot
I'm strappin up product, get my strip back in order
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a
why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different
Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free and
You let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work
Now this tape better then album sales, lookin hurt
I'm take it back in the day, when it was 20 time
Industry is fucked up, the to sellin niggaz dimes
Singles is nickles, lotta albums flopped
Lotta done dropped, you was signed, now you not
why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit
Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't shit

You the title nigga, 5-3-4
(Cant the rest)

2-Memphis Bleek]
I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't me different
I got the soft n top, you could tell I'm livin
I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the
They got they tail they legs, you could tell they bitches
Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell it
My is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it
Started promo, no homo, movin 12 inches
Pimp the game, comin to age at 12,
(Thats I had well-wishes)
Niggaz call me of the city
Next in line, call me of new-yitty, pity
How the same niggaz bailed wit me, bailed on me
Took to many of the L on me
Drank up all kool-aid, glasses in my kitchen
for thought, my nigga you do the dishes

You the game and the name
You the title niggaz, 5-3-4