Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off into shit you can not
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, of scandals
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with 14's
your home up, hittin' at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two
That's me, Baby Gangsta, in the day
out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin' away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I been enticed
To the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' high me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on willa
Uptown of drug dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead done
Hand on my gun I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just gimme lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta
Bet I ain't trippin', I don't give a muthatfuck

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

Don't fuck bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that
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 think cause we young, we ain't or dyin' too
with black connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
Spend bin quickly, make 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 left flat, a flat rat in the street
Abunch of head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe All On U
+Ohh, it my fault+, I done what I had to do
a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me
Any chance he get he gon' take it, try to me off my feet
That's why I keep my wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die
Leave your clueless, and questionin' 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 nothin' but fire-ya
Keep all my cause I'm a liar
uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a deal on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a like me
I'm gettin' closer and 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 I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they hear they feel, it,
try to keep a off the street
Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best attourney for me
And I and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, noise I
I can't 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 the one to be repped on
Who whole block get on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your back
I'm in all black, behind the
It ain't no way that you last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast full force
I'm if your grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I don't get no
always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, 'bout 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, believe bitches die
Now with the man, full of that 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 handle that no
Boy, I'll put some change on you head take you off the quick
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got foll of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you split
You hit, jeopardized
Niggaz a bin in camoflauge
top knot shot 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 cash boy, I think you could last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the hall shit
Some Steven type shit
Some knife shit
Don't think you niggaz feelin' 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, tell 'em
niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
this, three ways gon' tear up your turf