Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

[Intro - - talking]
"Hey man, what's wrong you?"
"Fuck you at nigga?"
"I'm still tryin to out nigga!"
"Hold up, up, oh, we got a problem here?"
"We got a here, we got a problem nigga?"

shots]

1 - Bun B]
It's the return of the niggaz, hide your stash (stash)
We dressed in all and got the hood on smash (smash)
I Roc ya like Dame Dash (Dash), one shot, one [gun shot]
Ask (body) and they gon' tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke)
a done deal when I pull up on ya
Calico get unleashed [gun shots], niggaz the corner
to me and ten (me and ten), we movin much weight
And this one for Pimp in a upstate
Damn, come on Bun,
Naw nigga, this one dedicated to Pimp in a upstate
'Til he come home, in his name we
We never forget the homies on lock or the
Band I.T., 'lo and Bad Azz Bam
Wee and Big Munst' and we ain't givin a damn
If you a kilogram, two, three or a dozen
Come on down to Texas, holla at your cousin

- Bun B]
I can show you how to get stains, how to 'caine
Show you how to grain, how to grip stains
Bitch we off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)

We be in your backdoors, cockin back fours
Show you how to mack hoes, 'lac doors
Bitch we off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
Bitch we deep off in the (bitch we deep off in the game)

[Verse 2 - Kilo]
Yeah, I learned how to shoot a 'fore I turned 12
Hot shells burn, skin turn pale
You out to get
I show you boys how to sell yay and how to what it weigh without a scale
Motel 6, blow sell quick
And I gon' sell shit
You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even three dollar club
Buy private, guaranteed to come back

3 - Bad Azz Bam]
I, turn sand into rocks soda
No wrist, just a fog tryin to your quota
Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is
I, stretch the books, see how much water it
Most niggaz think the should be cold
Really hot, keep it 'til the finishing lot
Not cold nigga, and watch
We takin bricks on the road, try to form your spot,

4 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah (Southern Smoke), you don't hear how we gettin it, you gettin in the way
I'm gettin rich, gettin pissed, cause most pussy niggaz play
We can let that metal settle [gun cocked], let a clip set a date
Point position, I'm assistin it, so an opponent better pray
Of my environ-ment, it's the Messiah
So to the truth than you, that your fiction cannot deny a
Real nigga from higher
Don't me than check my prior
Record, I I'm on fire
Your "poof" like your expired, liar, haha