Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
Lettin' 'em hang, I bangity-bang
I off into shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of
'Bout my paper, 5 and up with the red beam
and thugs on my team with many 14's
Hittin' home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then come to funeral in two Hummers
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the 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 life
My TD gettin' high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I know my gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown of drug dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
It's like this, pussy you catch a slug
though the mud, once it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't give a
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just gimme tree lives, 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

Wayne]
I be catchin' a corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the neighborhood block wettin'
in, the section, uh-of the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and you whole spot boy
watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, 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 block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front
Run from front to bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, a black connect sho'
We went to for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go with 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 bullets spin

Don't fuck bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't hear about the thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga think 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 about to down, play the
Big ol' Expedition's, do some in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just
niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of 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 up in the crossfire, best believe It's All On U
+Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done I had to do
Give a about no nigga, that nigga don't 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 cross that they gon' die
Leave your families clueless, and why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, them lil act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke but that fire-ya
all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin'
and I'll roast a what's 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, 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 hear they feel, fuck it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best 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 they can, I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til no more bullets
I ain't the one to be on
Who whole get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on muthafuckin' back
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
It ain't no way that you last
I'm comin' like the force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the
All 'N

Even if I get no taller
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the
I'm yeah, weighin' 'bout 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
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here I sprayin'
How you do it, we could handle that no secret
Boy, put some change on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got clique foll of some bout that funk shit
So you want, get you dome split
You hit, jeopardized
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' daughters, got my shit sittin' 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 some out the hall type shit
Steven Seagal type shit
Some knife shit
think you niggaz feelin' that 226
Behind me the crucifix, or get chopped, split 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
Picture this, three gon' tear up your turf