Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

[Intro - - talking]
"Hey man, wrong with 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?"

[gun

1 - Bun B]
It's the of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (stash)
We dressed in all black and got the on smash (smash)
I Roc ya like Dame Dash (Dash), one shot, one [gun shot]
Ask anybody (body) and they gon' ya Bun real (Southern Smoke)
It's a done deal I pull up on ya
Calico get [gun shots], niggaz clearin the corner
Perfect to me and ten (me and ten), we much weight
And this one for Pimp in a upstate
Damn, on Bun, wait
Naw nigga, one dedicated to Pimp in a penitentiary 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
Sean Wee and Big and we ain't givin a damn
If you a kilogram, two, three or a dozen
Come on down to Texas, holla at country 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 deep off in the (bitch we deep off in the game)
we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)

We be creepin in your backdoors, back fours
Show you how to mack hoes, slammin 'lac
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 - Young
Yeah, I learned how to shoot a 'fore I turned 12
Hot shells burn, black turn pale
You out to get
I show you boys how to sell yay and how to tell what it without a scale
Motel 6, blow sell quick
And I ain't sell shit
You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even dollar club sacks
Buy y'all private, guaranteed to back

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

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