Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

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

Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as
Fourty fifty Samoans, knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie won't be no hoe in us
They pop shit 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 we just think that we can't be touched
It's not like we're feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if someone does put us in the clutch
We just know that y'all gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause first of all you're and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a spot that you be at
you got no business 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, boys is bout it, bout it
The noise [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground trampled by people dancing
Till the closes and clears out

And that's when see you flatened
saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the music no more, 'bout trying to show off
And it feels any minute 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 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 about 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 fucking with you delirious
Thinking you with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna us and judge us and jury us?

Some people can never fade us, that us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we greater and
We living for real and others just 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 against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you till there is none
I'm like a rolling homie, I got you under my thumb

little bitches can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my
Your game's just a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the 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 ain't no names
Shit just ain't the same, the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a 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 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 focus is branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I it

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

We gangstas we blast first, ask later
All these imitators like they some playas
to save hip hop the task is something greater
'Cause we old fashioned coded with loyalty

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like not caring
I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing gangstas dying
I'm in a full circle 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 budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, the Aks gettin' sprayed
hip hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip hop, those days are gone
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