Luyện nghe bài hát '99 Live

Don't be of this
Terror
be scared of this
That's right, that's
Prospecto, me here now

Throw hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" like you give a fuck
Bitches playin' just to get a buck, get a buck

Throw your hands up, my niggas in the cut
Fut triggers up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" like you don't give a
Bitches playin' just to get a buck, get a buck

Yo, the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me
Catch me in the of the club switchin' it up
Type of nigga to get and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, a lotta mamis lovin' the triz
And some, they tryin' to pull it off right in front of the
Before I about coming to cribs, I be lugging my glitz so big
On the waist it be rubbing my ribs, it's very fuckin' with this

I been doublin' chips my own with the chrome double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics I used to fight
But I ain't scufflin' since this is as tough as it gets
Never leave with prints or you get blast
And you're chopped up and stuffed in the
They not playin' me, I perfected this from A to Z
The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and

Throw hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut triggers up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" like you give a fuck
playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck

Throw your hands up, my niggas in the cut
Fut your triggers up, if you got say
"Nigga, what" like you don't give a fuck
Bitches niggas just to get a buck, get a buck

This shit'll never stop, as long as I live, I'ma rock
And stop right where they standin' when the biretta pop
My said I better not, but knew I had to
I said, "I'm mines, and ain't nobody movin' at you"
She laughed too, like I was jokin', when I'm
I have a nigga in his home hopin' I don't blow his dome
I stay stoned, smokin' I'm on the low, I'm copin'

A cool guy, but at you catch me Tone-Locin'
through a lotta shit, but never had a bone broken
It's tragic how I rap shit with my own
From to Hoboken I was hoppin' trains with no token
Now I'm on stage, say I'm show-boatin' my flow potent
'Cause mixed in raw spell it backwards, it's 'War' the gat spits
You back flip the door I kill 'em all, Terror Squadian style
I get down with the crown, only partyin' wild, you heard me

Throw hands up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut triggers up, if you got love say
"Nigga, what" like you don't give a fuck
Bitches playin' just to get a buck, get a buck

Throw your up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" like you don't give a
Bitches playin' just to get a buck, get a buck

Throw your up, my live niggas in the cut
Fut your up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" like you don't give a
playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck

Throw your hands up, my live in the cut
Fut your up, if you got love say
"Nigga, nigga what" you don't give a fuck
Bitches niggas just to get a buck, get a buck

Now everybody B-K, throw 'em up
Now everybody from New Jerz, 'em up
Now everybody from Q-B, 'em up
Now from the B-X, throw 'em up
Now everybody Staten Island, throw 'em up
To all my from West side, throw 'em up
Now everybody the East Coast, throw 'em up
If you Dirty like the South, 'em up, you better throw 'em up

My man Big Pun, hit 'em up
My man Crack, hit 'em up
The whole terror hit 'em up
The thoroughbreds, we hit 'em up
Prospect, '99
It's almost over, baby