Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
Mommy, we're
Say hello to my friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
Everybody, put your hands my eyes can see

Everywhere we go people know that we roll as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie won't be no hoe in us
They pop shit like they gon do shit but no one

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

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

first of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a 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 gunna see this shit

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

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

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

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no
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 it's getting
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you
Thinking you coming heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and us?

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

If you a fucking minute to think about what you've done
When you stood 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 can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for and all my riches
Your just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we it, c'mon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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