Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess who's
Mommy, we're
Say to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody, put your hands where my 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 like they gon do but no one does

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

And it isn't that we just think that we be touched
It's not like we're just feeling ourselves that
It's just, that if ever does put us in the clutch
We just know y'all ain't gon be the one who's 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
you got no business being in, we ain't 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, boys 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 when they see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your are flapping
And you couldn't yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the is 'bout to go off

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

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

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

If you take a minute to think about what you've done
When you stood against a gangsta who 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 right up in
We cut you and you stitches, for envy and all my riches
game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

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

It about 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
'Cause hip hop is in a 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 branded
My appetite for destruction is because I said it

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

We we blast 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 loyalty motivaters

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

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

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