Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess who's
Mommy, home
Say to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Hill
Everybody, put your hands my eyes can see

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

From New down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've changed the way we move so man up if you adjust
You may end up rushed by too many to handle us
funny, I guess money does have its advantages

And it that we just think that we can't be touched
not like 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 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 one's gunna see shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them is bout it, bout it
The noise from [unverified] be out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people
Till the club and clears out

And when they see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause jaws are flapping
And you couldn't yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any the bomb is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no
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 are gone
It ain't 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 'cause it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you
you coming with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?

Some people can fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we and glorious
We living for real and others making the stories up
are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks

If you take a minute to think about what you've done
When you against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches till there is
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 give you stitches, for and all my riches
Your game's just like a midget, you're clocking a small
with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

About to change, we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we 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 those days are
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

Uh, gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip hop, this 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, this dying in numbers
But you pause and wonder, admitting it's all glamor
When you enter the you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your they ain't shit

We gangstas we blast first, ask later
All these imitators 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 dying
I'm in a circle with 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 saying no
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 rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get dropped to the
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911