Luyện nghe bài hát Arabian Sam's

[Intro:
Grimy, grimiest of all time,
What's poppin,

1: Conway]
Where the I want it to pop
I'm givin niggas shit bags from stomach
Stick blast, quick fast, has, 100 shots
Peace to them that whip glass and run the block
My nigga Dunns got caught with a (?)
Got a bag for him when he come home, that niggas
nigga, never give a fuck about a grammy
The real niggas that been through it, they me
Same sendin threats, them niggas quiet
He don't wanna feel the chopper settin him on fire
Knife work, gun work, whatever is
Shootin fire in this weapon, spittin lead 'til you
I from bein locked in cages to rockin stages
350 to 950 (?) kicks
can spray if I okay'd it
Youngin got the sawed-off, them niggas chop the
They not to play
No when I rock the (?)
pounds over, I just prayed them boxes made it
Grimiest of all time I jot them pages
That's why my fuckin name ringin them slots in Vegas
me, nigga? Hate niggas who front
I know you pussy, niggas you
And you in that prison a month
Runnin your dick sucker, that'll get you hit with the
Or I'm the stick 'til you slump
It's The bitch (lay the fuck down, pussy nigga)

Conway]
(Lay the down, pussy nigga)
Nobody don't move or the gun blows, gun
(Nobody move, nigga, be still nigga)
Nobody don't or the gun blows, gun blows

2: Styles P]
Deadly, a raw of heroin
Firearm, fishscale, let the felon in
Ferrari dreams since games
him in the lobby and kill him, we heard (?) body things
Everybody let the pop
We catch you slippin off percs leavin the lean spot
nigga (?) sister hit
Nah I'm just pistol ya chillin with the stripper
Bitch to be around the way, every day on some mission
Line a nigga up, water, no fishin shit
You baitin, no to escape
I'm in the (?) 10 to 8 when the coke price
So Conway, I surely the way of the con
Deck of cards in the like I'm waitin to bomb
Long kind, short kind, I ain't for (?)
Gun olympics, the Ghost don't the baton, what up?! Yeah

[Outro: P]
Conway, up?
my G, Ghost, D-Block
Yeah, I like the feel of this,
My of shit