Luyện nghe bài hát 534

[Verse Bleek]
Yeah, I from bottom to the top
I a lotta niggaz fall
Top to bottom, they flows wasnt hot
niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not
Thats why I'm in the spot, the ?? like the pot
I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in
Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a
Thats why I'm flip it, this time i'ma do it different
Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free and
You niggaz 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 back to niggaz dimes
Singles is nickles, albums done flopped
Lotta done dropped, you was signed, now you not
Thats why I neva wit the position I'm held wit
Who lie about sellin drugs? Album sell shit

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

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

You heard the and the name
You heard the niggaz, 5-3-4