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, hold up, oh, we got a here?"
"We got a problem here, we got a nigga?"

shots]

1 - Bun B]
It's the return of the trill niggaz, hide 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 anybody (body) and they gon' tell ya Bun (Southern Smoke)
It's a done deal I pull up on ya
Calico get unleashed [gun shots], niggaz 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, this one to Pimp in a penitentiary upstate
'Til he come home, in his we ballin
We forget the homies on lock or the fallen
I.T., Young 'lo and Bad Azz Bam
Sean Wee and Big and we ain't givin a damn
If you need a kilogram, two, three or a
on down to Texas, holla at your country cousin

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

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

[Verse 2 - Kilo]
Yeah, I learned how to a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12
Hot shells burn, black skin pale
You out to get
I show you boys how to sell yay and how to tell it weigh without a scale
6, hard blow sell quick
And I ain't gon' sell
You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even dollar club sacks
Buy y'all private, to come back

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

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