Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., my thang
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent
I gettin' off shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, thinkin' of
my paper, 5 figures and up with the red beam
Dealers and thugs on my team with 14's
Hittin' home up, hittin' at everything movin'
and losin', startin' chaos and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two
That's me, Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't enticed
To greab the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga
My nigga TD high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for killa guerilla
I my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's 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 head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga
Get me in the fix, and I can't out the mix
Just tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', I don't give a muthatfuck

[Lil'
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga
Hot Boys they ride with me, like a preist, deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum
Bustin' lead 'n, real 'n, Hot don't forget it
every porch wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole neighborhood wettin'
Step in, the section, the Hot Boy$
of the 'dro, and ride and chop you whole spot boy
Better boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You beef, I'ma beef at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the
Make sure all choppers cocked, a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, kick down the door
Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his wife
I'ma play it how it go, hold a black connect
We went to 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
I'ma wet your bin, hit your house, ten
Boy you can't win I let chopper spin

Don't fuck with bitch niggaz, 226 the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack that
You ain't hear about the thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, 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 bout 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 dirt in it
Five for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might
Bitch niggaz get left flat, like a flat rat in the
of young head spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't with 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
a fuck 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 families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs loud, chopper moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, smoke nothin' but that
Keep all my cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
and roast a deal what's on my old poster,
if I it out my holster
You sopposed'a, a nigga like 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, the police
Cause in they they feel, fuck it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the attourney speak for me
And I speak and for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get bent VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, I bring
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 there's no more
I ain't the one to be on
Who whole get stepped on
If they outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin'
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
It ain't no way that you last
I'm comin' the task force, I blast with full force
I'm sorry if grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I get no taller
always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, weighin' 155
But believe I could tote a chopper, believe could 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 here when I
How you do it, we could handle that no secret
Boy, I'll put some change on you take you off the street quick
Look, I got a that won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that funk
So you want, get you dome split
You home hit,
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the clique CMB
niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on Brawlers
I'm mad boy, with clique I'ma 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 Seagal type
Some *cgghh* 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, better 'em
niggaz 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