Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
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 we roll deep as fuck
fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, there won't 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 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 does have its

And it isn't that we just that we can't be touched
It's not we're just feeling ourselves that much
just, that if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see
You around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
That you got no business being in, we ain't gon be in it
No gunna hear 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 getting trampled by people dancing
Till the closes and clears out

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

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

Step off my holster 'cause shit getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking with make you
Thinking you coming heat, yo son, I'm curious
How are you gunna 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 others just making the up
Allusions are broken, so it up, you corny fucks

If you take a fucking minute to 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 is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my

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

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

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

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

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

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like not caring
I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no when gangstas dying
I'm in a full circle with homies that's to bleed
On an 8 Mile with 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 the same, when the Aks gettin' 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 to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911