Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Minutes of Death

[Jae
Ayo Millz break the block from A to Z
I can supply you with work lil' nigga, I'm like the Temp.
I'm in the kitchen wood with the feet broke
Soft white got the table lookin' like a ski
Fuck "goin out" me and my elope
And most niggaz rap about money but they be
My man to Moorehouse and had a strong flow
So I had him in Atlanta like John Smoltz
Makin' money the world go round
it stack up it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown
Patron and Grey get the bitch loose
And after the crew I'll have her lickin' on the too
We gettin' money I'm from nigga
You gettin' tired of your chick tell her pack her I'll come and get her
I'll put her on to some shit and get her grind
Get her right fatten the ass and get her spine tight
I'm the flyest, most want a deal with Nike
I'm like dumb nigga I'm buy it
I need percentages I don't care who the
Lil' I think BIG like Christopher Wallace
And I (and I) stop till my grand kids' grand kids sittin on dollars
And I ain't even a father,
Call me majesty, (talk to em) I'm young black and fly
When it to dough I got a Jewish mentality
Lil' niggaz still tryna battle me
I go in they mouth like I'm the dentist lookin' for
I don't know why your mans hyped you that battery
I'll hit your whole team with caps and I mean salaries, nigga
I got dough now I'm chasin the power
I'm the stand tall cuz I'm replacin' the Towers
And these niggaz washed up now they is sour
Mad cuz broke and lonely and I'm makin them dollars
With enough divas to out to ten cities
I can assists all night like I'm M. Bibby
got a fuckin' reason to front now
Uptown, let's go we got a reason to now
I told Joey and Stack shit ain't in
Our captains lost our now we gotta get it back
I'm on top nigga, you can take it how you
But ain't impress me for the last three summers
I don't a fuck how disrespected you may feel
Nigga see me you see me
It's whateva, Jae Millz mufucker

[Stack
Nigga the crew feel when well rounded (chea)
Still rounded (chea), dress square but a well rounded
Grounded like I came home on my curfew
And proved I was than most niggaz my first two (what)
years in the mixtape league
Now it's biddin' war time I got a league
So the overwhelmed (why)
They it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at the Helm
Son hell like "damn, he on advocate"
The fans fiendin' for it got the addict itch
the bundles put it all in your nose
These is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows
Ho's, that's a topic you even wanna touch on
I face fuck the ones you touch on
Hand brushed on see the denim what these bout
The Antiques, Red Munkey's, or out
Yall bring the V's out I can even
GT's me so I'm leanin' towards the Spurs
towards the furs a lil' more to my nature
Mink coyote, fox all in the
I get it in blocks I'm the Cakester
I it on the arm you can get it from me
Cuz if prices was any y'all be sellin' it for free
Paid 2-3 sell it for
McDonald's is makin of a profit on Super Sized
I spit the truth inside niggaz the fake shit
These niggaz practicin' snitchin' y'all on some shit
spoke on it, I agree with him
Can't even spar with niggaz the reason for a gym
Ain't hot to even work up a sweat
I fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette
So when you mention my name these get offended
No chain on just a five pendant
General of that Riot so Up
Feelin' real hoppin' out that Porsche truck
I'm on top of my and still climbin'
not fuckin' with him can't even peel the hymen

[Joe
It's the nigga with the on that will yack dude for jewels
Aint gotta say it, that the truth
make me put that to use
these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul
Not turrets, rep, my team to the end
Lambos to ferraris to the to the benz
If I blam kill, never ran never will
only thing bleed on me is these jeans on my tims
Hat low its not a weak link in my
I'm LL In Too Deep, I'm I'm God
As far as rappers I'm thinkin frauds
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to they was hard
For once trust me you don't wanna start
the pound make you Eddie Curry wit a heart problem
So if you on the block wit a few grams man
then you a bird nigga, Sam
And any beat ima air that, rappers just wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that hear that
Hit you in the or the belly, gun on me
I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I leave mine in the telly, smell me?
Thank god he fuckin wit that red line
cuz i'll any nigga that disrespect mine
If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news
You ain't the best, what memo got
if you got dogs what kennel in?
So if you wanna get fresh a Mentos mint
then it'll tempt those men, wit longer than Leno's chin
Aint no guts wit you
you terrel owens niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts
I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any
big man or nigga, dare a dude tempt me nigga
auto or semi nigga, dump it it's empty nigga
they even want you in New York, you like Penny nigga
Check the it's around that hour
lil niggaz they ain't around that
They ain't super or or Mario, ain't found that power
plus they spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, the toys bust loco
While they tryin to dap my like the Boy's Club logo
And yea 5 slide and clock
I'm the dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box
Dont want a piece of the cake, I the pie and all
I don't believe 'em they say that they be supplying the raw
You don't move white you lyin
a neverending story without the white flying dog
Son these dudes is broke don't the feeling of bread
in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red
And the fans keep askin if ya man beefin
I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, 'em stop reaching

BH]
Yo, I come through
I'm a something...
I can't
I'm nice...
the spice