Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess back?
Mommy, home
Say to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
Everybody, put your hands where my can see

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

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

And it isn't that we just think that we can't be
It's not like just feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if someone 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 can see that
You fuck around, get in a spot 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 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 you'll be laying on the getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club closes and out

And that's when they see you
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are
And you couldn't stop 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

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

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are
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

off my holster 'cause shit it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with 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, homie we 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 fucking minute to think about what done
When you stood against a who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches till there is
I'm like a stone homie, I got you under my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up right up in
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my
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, '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 gettin'
'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 about trying not to get popped and get to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911

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

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

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

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

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