Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess who's
Mommy, home
Say hello to my little
DJ Muggs, Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody, put your hands my eyes can see

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

From New York to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
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
funny, I guess money does have its advantages

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some people can fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and
We living for and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so it up, you corny fucks

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

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

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

It ain't hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't about rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get dropped to the
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
When I put it in motion, my focus is getting
My appetite for destruction is blasted I said it

Got you stumbling for cover, music dying in numbers
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, it's all glamor
you enter the business you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your bitches ain't shit

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

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

to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we 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 trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911