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 into you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 and up with the red beam
and thugs on my team with 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
come to your funeral in two Hummers
That's me, Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at walkin'
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 high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that guerilla
I my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
It's like this, play pussy you catch a
Drug though the mud, once it's it's done
Hand on my gun cause I give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me assed outta
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I don't give a

Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, through a nigga street
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, five
tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot 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 and chop you whole spot boy
Better watch boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off in the glocks
Make sure all choppers cocked, a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front
Run from front to back bustin', cut his wife throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black sho'
We went to school for this, we spend like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say let's get loaded
a pound with my round, 50 shot'll get me toted
I'ma wet bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper spin

Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the
niggaz 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 blow for blow, hoes be bout catchin' that nut
Nigga think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with connection to the finish, we bout killin' niggaz too
your bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the
Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the
Abunch of head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we spray too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, 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 chance he get he take it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my wide, nigga cross that line they gon' die
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, 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 that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and I'll a deal what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, respect a like 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 I feel, fuck the police
Cause in they hear they feel, 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 speak and for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get with VL Street
I' heat, any day, noise I bring
Feel I be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
Far as they can, cause I'm a thug to the
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no bullets
I the one to be repped 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 your back
I'm in all black, behind the
It ain't no way you could last
I'm comin' like the force, I blast with full force
I'm if your grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I don't get no
I'ma always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 155
But believe I tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of that dope a K in his hand
Don't want hear sayin' just don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could handle no secret
Boy, I'll put some on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got clique of some njiggaz bout that funk shit
So what you want, get you split
You home hit,
Niggaz a bin in camoflauge
top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on
I'm mad boy, with clique I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't think you could boy
I'm bout to some out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal type
*cgghh* knife shit
Don't think you feelin' that 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 know you close to the devil, and lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three ways gon' tear up turf