Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
Mommy, home
Say hello to my little
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Hill
Everybody, put hands where my eyes can see

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

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

And it that we just think that we can't be touched
It's not we're just feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that y'all 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 spot 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 gunna see shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, it
The from [unverified] 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 jaws are
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 like any minute the is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, we ain't playing no games
We ain't 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 trying not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911

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

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

If you take a fucking minute to think about what you've
When you stood a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you till 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 with the Giant Goliath, that's how we live it, c'mon

About to change, 'cause we playing no games
We budging neither 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 about hip hop, 'cause 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, gangsta Ganxsta who to pay you a visit
On this you call hip hop, this function is where did it
I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for is blasted because I said it

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

We gangstas we first, ask questions later
All these imitators parading like they some
Trying to save hip hop the task is something
'Cause we old fashioned coded loyalty motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more killing not caring
I'm a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
I'm in a circle with homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 mission with 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 the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
hip hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 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