Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess who's
Mommy, we're
Say hello to my little
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
Everybody, put your where my eyes can see

Everywhere we go people know that we deep as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when was 50
Tweezy, there won't be no hoe in us
They pop shit they gon do shit but no one does

From New York down to Texas, back up to Los
We've the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up getting by too many to handle us
It's funny, I guess money does its advantages

And it isn't that we just that we can't be touched
It's not like we're feeling ourselves that much
just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get in a spot that you shouldn't be at
you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see this

And they'll be in and up out of it, them is bout it, bout it
The noise [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the closes and clears out

And that's when see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop yapping and took it past
It about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off

Shit's to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin'
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's trying not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

Step off my holster 'cause shit getting serious
All theses drugs you be with make you delirious
Thinking you with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and us?

Some people can never fade us, that us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, we greater and glorious
We living for and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you fucks

If you take a fucking minute to think what you've done
you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches there is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for and all my riches
Your game's just a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people how we live it, c'mon

About to change, we ain't playing no games
We ain't neither are they, we ain't saying no names
just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get no more
It's about not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911

Uh, gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this you call hip hop, this function is where did it
I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for is blasted because I said it

Got you for cover, this music dying in numbers
But you pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamor
When you enter the business you you running shit
You witness that funny shit, bitches they ain't shit

We gangstas we first, ask questions later
All these imitators like they some playas
Trying to hip hop the task is something greater
'Cause we old fashioned coded with motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or like killing not caring
I'm riding a feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
I'm in a circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile with Cypress and O.G.'s

About to change, 'cause we ain't no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks sprayed
hip hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get no more
It's trying not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911