Luyện nghe bài hát Aim 4 The Head

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
*Watch 'em now, watch 'em
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't with 'em

Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick
Big deal, hit the garage and wheels
My real, with the menage and tip drills
Give me a massage, then show me how lips feel
I'm cause I'm clinin on the strip still
And I grip steel, still the clip steel
Everything I real, everything I spit ill
Everything sick, for real
When shit switch, ain't shit
Like James, I'm rich bitch
Get change, big chain and gliss
I'm with game, make cake like this quick
My album went gold in a month, was a quick flip
Don't say bitch, 'cause niggaz with the lip bit
one in the gun, 'till it go click click
Then I'm gon'switch and squeeze like toothpaste
Palm over my forearm so I shoot straight

Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Let them know you ain't playin with 'em

My objective is to lavish, rip mad kids
Jin stand out like ad libs
to me, your shit's average, no matter how you come
Should've been spit on volume one, tell corner it's time
in the towel, you done
Call up Jimmy, Kevin Lyles, you want
It's a wrap, your can not be saved
Fuck makin a comeback, you ain't Flav
Before my album dropped, I rocked for G's
Blowin trees, while I'm overseas
to PR, won a quick fifty G's
And I'm still poppin up on Smack
Aint got no plaques for records sold
But if eatin was sales, I'm seven times gold
to blow, get set for detonation
Speakin on behalf of the generation

Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames you ain't playin with 'em

No what they spit, I still ain't convinced
Not at all, brains over the window, make it look like you got red tints
Hope your GT got a bulletproof
Pop with them and give a fuck about your Bentley
You a and I'm a boss boy
It's the U Cheeks and I ain't bout that nigga from the Lost Boys
The was too big, you had to see the fall
You had to see that havin it all was a casualty of war
I got keys like a when I'm swingin a sword
I could bring you the law, got them on the fog
We the best and I ain't got to spit a
'Cause I do situps all the track when it's crunchtime
Fuck this rap shit, been realer, you got thin scrilla
I'll put this through the side of your chin chilla
hoodie with the matchin fitted
Don't come up short lil' nigga, we even clappin

Aim for the head, you see him, go get him nigga
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Aim for the head, when you see him, go get him
Let them lames know you ain't playin 'em (2X)