Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
Lettin' 'em hang, I represent
I gettin' off shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in bitch, thinkin' of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red
Dealers and on my team with many 14's
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything
Lookin' and losin', chaos and confusion
I'm your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors
Then to your 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, legend rights, I don't been enticed
To the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD gettin' wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa
I know my nigga gangsta got it on willa
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the got no love
It's like this, play you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, it's dead it's done
Hand on my gun cause I don't a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I truh-uh-trust a bitch
Make I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga 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, see me assed outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I give a muthatfuck

Wayne]
I be catchin' a nigga corner, rippin' through a nigga
Hot Boys ride with me, like a preist, five deep
Windows tinted, clips extened, drum
lead 'n, real 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every porch wet 'n, 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 watch boy, where you be at I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma beef at, it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off clips in the
sure all choppers cocked, start 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 connect
We went to school for this, we spend like a pro
Go chill 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 win I let chopper bullets spin

Don't with 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 shit 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 bout killin' too
Spend your bin quickly, make you suffer, die
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 just
Bitch niggaz get left flat, a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young spliters, like K.C. and B.G.
the police, cause we spray them too
Pop the cop or go down, we ain't down with that crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe All On U
+Ohh, it my fault+, I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck 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
Leave families clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, chopper 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
Neighborhood uh-hotter a toaster, ridin' MoMo's
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, say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on surveilance all day be the
In my I feel, fuck the police
Cause in hear they feel, fuck it,
try to keep a off the street
Who? Not I, nigga, the 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' slang heat, any day, I bring
Feel I can't be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em
Far as can, cause I'm a thug to the fullest
in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more bullets
I ain't the one to be on
Who block get stepped on
If they outside, 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 you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast with full
I'm sorry if your grandparents on the
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 that with a K in his hand
Don't hear what'cha sayin' just don't be here 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 Mack-90 won't quit
I got clique foll of some njiggaz that funk shit
So what you want, get you split
You home hit,
Niggaz a bin in camoflauge
I'ma top knot shot caller, the clique CMB Ballers
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 don't think you last boy
I'm to pull some out the hall type shit
Some Steven Seagal type
Some *cgghh* shit
Don't think you niggaz that 226
Behind me the crucifix, chop or get chopped, or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, tell 'em
These niggaz are felons, "HOT BOY" be we yellin'
know you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three ways gon' up your turf