Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent
I off into shit you can not handle
I'm it off in this bitch, thinkin' of scandals
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team many 14's
Hittin' your home up, at everything movin'
Lookin' and losin', chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your family, dress 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin'
I'm in to grow, with rights, I don't been enticed
To the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he ride or die me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that guerilla
I know my nigga got it on wild 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 it's
Hand on my gun cause I don't a muthafuck
I'm a buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust 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 tree lives, double so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't a muthatfuck

Wayne]
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, 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, brains all the step 'n
the whole neighborhood block wettin'
Step in, the section, the Hot Boy$
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole boy
Better boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off in the glocks
Make sure all cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the door
Run front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife throat
play it how it go, hold a black connect sho'
We went to for this, we spend bins like a pro
Go chill the Joe, Say wodie let's get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me
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 chase, go in the dark and pack that steal
You ain't hear 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
your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, the scenery
Big ol' Expedition's, do some in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we might
Bitch get left flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
the police, cause we spray 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 ain't my fault+, I done I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that 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 eyes wide, cross that line they gon' die
your families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, moves crowds
bystanders watch out, them lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke but that fire-ya
Keep all my hoes I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll roast a what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a nigga me
I'm gettin' and closer to the T-O-P
I'm H-O-T, say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the
In my I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they they feel, fuck it,
try to a nigga 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 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 thug to the
in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be on
Who whole block get on
If outside, when 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 that you could
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with force
I'm sorry if 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 yeah, weighin' 'bout 155
But believe I could a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of dope with a K in his hand
want hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we handle that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you take you off the street quick
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 shot caller, from 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 cash boy, I don't you could last boy
I'm bout to pull out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal shit
*cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you niggaz that 226
me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
These are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right know you to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
this, three ways gon' tear up your turf