Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

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

Everywhere we go people that we roll deep as fuck
Fourty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie there be no hoe in us
They pop shit they gon do shit but no one does

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

And it isn't that we just think that we be touched
It's not like we're just 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 that you shouldn't be at
That you got no business in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna nothing, no one's gunna 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 laying on the ground getting trampled by people
the club closes and clears 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 music no more, it's 'bout 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 ain't the same, when the Aks gettin'
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

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

Step off my holster 'cause shit it's getting
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, make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we and glorious
We living for and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so it up, you corny fucks

If you take a minute to think about what you've done
you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches there is none
I'm like a rolling homie, I got you under my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up up in ditches
We cut you and you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Your game's just like a midget, clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, that's how we live it, c'mon

About to change, 'cause we ain't no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't 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, 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

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

Got you stumbling for cover, music dying in numbers
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 they ain't

We gangstas we first, ask questions later
All imitators parading like they some playas
Trying to save hip hop the task is greater
'Cause we old fashioned coded 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 with homies that's to bleed
On an 8 mission with Cypress and O.G.'s

to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't 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, '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 to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911