Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Minutes of Death

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

Bundles]
Nigga the crew better when well rounded (chea)
Still rounded (chea), dress square but a nigga well
Grounded like I came home late on my
And proved I was better than most my first two (what)
years in the mixtape league
Now it's biddin' war time I got a league
So the overwhelmed (why)
They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever hear son up at the Helm
Son give'em like "damn, he on advocate"
The fans fiendin' for it they got the addict
the bundles put it all in your nose
These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their
Ho's, that's a topic you don't even touch on
I face fuck the ones you couldn't on
brushed on see the denim know what these bout
The Antiques, Red Munkey's, or out
Yall the V's out I can even splurge
GT's me so I'm leanin' towards the Spurs
Leanin' the furs a lil' more to my nature
coyote, fox all in the nature
I get it in blocks I'm the Semour
I give it on the arm you can get it me
Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be it for free
2-3 sell it for 2-2-5
McDonald's is makin more of a profit on Sized
I spit the truth inside niggaz wrote the fake
These practicin' snitchin' y'all on some jake shit
Millz on it, I agree with him
even spar with niggaz what's the reason for a gym
Ain't hot to even work up a sweat
I been fire since Wu days with The Cassette
So when you my name these niggaz get offended
No chain on a five star pendant
General of that so Squadddd Up
Feelin' real prestigious hoppin' out that truck
I'm on top of my game and climbin'
They not fuckin' with him even peel the hymen

Budden]
It's the nigga the mask on that will yack dude for jewels
Aint gotta say it, that dudes the
make me put tool to use
these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul
Not turrets, gotta rep, my to the end
Lambos to to the beamers to the benz
If I blam it'll kill, ran never will
thing that 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 theyre
call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was
For trust me you don't wanna start problems
the pound will make you Eddie wit a heart problem
So if you on the wit only a few grams man
then you a bird nigga, Sam
And any ima air that, rappers just gotta wear that
Fox Brown should be the only one that hear that
Hit you in the or the belly, gun on me
I Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me?
god he ain't fuckin wit that red line
cuz i'll merk any nigga disrespect mine
If it wasnt fed time, or up or rec time, dude 'll be a daily news headline
You the best, what memo got sent?
if you got dogs kennel they in?
So if you wanna get fresh a Mentos mint
then it'll those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin
Aint no type wit you
you terrel them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna fucc wit you
Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt, back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons
I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any
big man or skinny nigga, a dude tempt me nigga
auto or semi nigga, dump it till it's empty
they don't even you in New York, you like Penny nigga
Check the time around that hour
lil niggaz they ain't around that
They ain't super or or Mario, ain't found that power
plus couldn't spit fire if they found that flower
Cowards, the toys bust loco
While they tryin to dap my hand the Boy's Club logo
And yea 5 slide and clock
I'm the million dollar baby, but I die tryin to box
Dont want a piece of the cake, I the pie and all
I don't believe 'em when say that they be supplying the raw
You don't move white you lyin
that's a neverending story without the white dog
Son these is broke don't know the feeling of bread
they in dept, tampon niggaz in the red
And the keep askin if ya man stopped beefin
I 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching

BH]
Yo, when I through
I'm a something...
I can't
I'm nice...
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