Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team many 14's
your home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then to your funeral in two Hummers
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at away
I'm in to grow, with rights, I don't been enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a life
My nigga TD gettin' high me
Out that 13, up he ride or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild
Uptown consist of drug dealers, and
For the got no love
It's like this, play pussy you a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never a bitch
sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
gimme tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck

[Lil'
I be a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys they with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood block
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot
Full of the 'dro, and and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off in the glocks
sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick the front door
Run from to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect
We went to school for this, we bins like a pro
Go chill the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let bullets spin

Don't with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the and pack that steal
You hear about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' nut
Nigga don't cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
Spend your bin quickly, you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm to down, play the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it
choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a rat in the street
Abunch of young spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't with that crew
Get up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I what I had to do
Give a about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to sweep me off my
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga that line they gon' die
Leave your clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper moves
bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but fire-ya
Keep all my hoes cause I'm a
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and roast a deal what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the
I'm H-O-T, say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the
In my heart I feel, the police
Cause in they hear they feel, it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Who? Not I, nigga, the B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best attourney for me
And I speak and for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em
Far as they can, cause I'm a to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more
I the one to be repped on
Who whole get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no gas
I'ma 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, behind the
It ain't no way you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I with full force
I'm if your grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I don't get no
I'ma always be a CMB baller, blunts in the hallway
I'm yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the street
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't
I got clique foll of some bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you split
You hit, jeopardized
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on
I'm mad boy, with this clique act a ass boy
It's boy, I don't think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the type shit
Some Seagal type shit
Some *cgghh* shit
think you niggaz feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, tell 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be we yellin'
Right know you close to the devil, and your lip get you hurt
this, three ways gon' tear up your turf