Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my with many 14's
Hittin' home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
I'm bruisin' your family, dress 'em up in dark colors
come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Gangsta, spark in the day
out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' 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 nigga
My TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I know my nigga got it on wild willa
Uptown of drug dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's like this, play pussy you a slug
though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just gimme lives, double them so I got six
that some shit, wanna see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', I don't give a muthatfuck

[Lil'
I be catchin' a corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot Boys ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole block 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 cause I'm a hit at, flat
You beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the door
Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a connect sho'
We to school for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go chill the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
wet your bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper bullets

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

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that
all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a deal on my old poster,
if I it out my holster
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga me
I'm closer and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on all day be the S-P-D's
In my heart I feel, fuck the
Cause in they hear feel, fuck it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Who? Not I, nigga, the B.G.
money, and the best attourney speak for me
And I and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, I bring
Feel I be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
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 the one to be repped on
Who whole get stepped on
If they outside, I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
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 get no taller
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that dope with a K in his
want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could that no secret
Boy, I'll put change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that shit
So you want, get you dome split
You home hit,
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit on Brawlers
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 out the hall type shit
Some Steven type shit
*cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you niggaz that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be we yellin'
Right know you to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three ways gon' up your turf