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 shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team many 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything
and losin', startin' chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your family, dress 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your in two Hummers
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin'
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't 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 got it on wild willa
consist of drug dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's like this, play pussy you catch a
Drug though the mud, once it's it's done
Hand on my gun I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never a bitch
Make 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 some shit, wanna see me assed luck
Bet I trippin', cause I don't give a muthatfuck

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

Don't fuck with niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that
You ain't about the young thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or too
Down with black connection to the finish, we 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 dirt in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get flat, like a flat rat in the street
of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, cross that line they gon' die
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, moves crowds
Innocent watch out, them lil thugs act wild

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

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