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 we roll deep as fuck
Fourty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie there be no hoe in us
They pop 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 can't
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 think that we be touched
It's not like we're just feeling ourselves much
It's just, that if someone ever does put us in the
We know that y'all ain't 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 being in, we ain't gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no gunna see this shit

And be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The from [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 they see you
saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop yapping and it past rapping
It ain't the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, 'cause we playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin'
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
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 it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be with make you delirious
Thinking you coming 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 us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, we greater and glorious
We living for and others just making the stories up
are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks

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

Silly bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and you stitches, for envy and all my riches
Your game's 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, we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no
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 about 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

Uh, gangsta Ganxsta who come to pay you a
On this 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, this music dying in
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all
When you enter the business you you running shit
You that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit

We gangstas we blast first, ask questions
All these imitators parading like 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 like killing not caring
I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas
I'm in a full circle homies that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with and O.G.'s

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

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