Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
Mommy, we're
Say hello to my friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
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, there 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 money have its advantages

And it isn't that we just think we can't be touched
It's not we're 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 everybody can see
You fuck around, get caught in a that you shouldn't be at
That you got no being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's hear nothing, no one's gunna see this shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them is bout it, bout it
The noise [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club 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 took it rapping
It ain't about the music no more, it's trying to show off
And it like any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off

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

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

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

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

If you take a fucking minute to about what you've done
When you stood a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, you bitches till there is none
I'm a rolling 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 like a midget, you're clocking a digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it,

About to change, 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 are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no
It's about not to get popped and get dropped 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
When I put it in motion, my focus is getting
My appetite for destruction is because I said it

Got you stumbling for cover, music 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 bitches ain't shit

We gangstas we 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 more like not caring
I'm riding a feeling, no fearing when gangstas dying
I'm in a full circle with homies supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with and O.G.'s

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, 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 trying not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911