Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess back?
Mommy, we're
Say to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody, put your where my eyes can see

Everywhere we go people that we roll deep as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they knowing when 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 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 money 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 of all you're pussy and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you be at
That you got no business being in, we even gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's gunna see shit

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

And when they see you flatened
saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop and took it past rapping
It ain't about the music no more, it's 'bout trying to off
And it feels like any the bomb is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, 'cause we playing no games
We ain't neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks sprayed
'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 about trying not to get popped and get dropped to the
hip hop is in a state of 911

Step off my holster 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 us and judge us and jury us?

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

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 rolling stone homie, I got you under my

Silly little bitches can end up 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, that's how we live it, c'mon

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, when the Aks gettin'
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't about hip hop, those days are gone
It about 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, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip hop, this function is did it
When I put it in motion, my focus is getting
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I it

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

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

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

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