Luyện nghe bài hát Arabian Sam's

[Intro:
Grimy, of all time, nigga
poppin, nigga?

[Verse 1:
Where the drama I it to pop
I'm givin niggas bags from stomach shots
Stick blast, quick fast, clip has, 100
to them niggas that whip glass and run the block
My nigga got caught with a sack (?)
Got a bag for him when he come home, niggas family
Hood nigga, never a fuck about a grammy
The real niggas that through it, they understand me
Same niggas sendin threats, them niggas
He don't wanna feel the chopper bullets him on fire
Knife work, gun work, whatever is
Shootin fire in this weapon, spittin 'til you expire
I went from locked in cages to rockin stages
350 to them 950 (?)
Y'all can spray if I 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 when I jot pages
why my fuckin name ringin like them slots in Vegas
Hear me, Hate niggas who front
I you pussy, niggas clapped you
And you wasn't in prison a month
Runnin your dick sucker, that'll get you hit the pump
Or I'm firin the 'til you slump
It's The Machine bitch (lay the fuck down, nigga)

[Hook:
(Lay the fuck down, nigga)
Nobody don't or the gun blows, gun blows
(Nobody move, nigga, be still nigga)
don't move or the gun blows, gun blows

[Verse 2: P]
Deadly, a raw dose of
Firearm, fishscale, let the felon in
Ferrari dreams Atari games
Catch him in the lobby and kill him, we (?) body things
let the machine pop
We gon' catch you slippin off percs leavin the lean
Bitch (?) sister hit
Nah I'm pistol whipped ya chillin with the stripper
Bitch to be the way, every day on some mission shit
Line a up, deep water, no fishin shit
You baitin, no to escape
I'm in the (?) 10 to 8 the coke price deflates
So Conway, I know the way of the con
Deck of cards in the Qur'an I'm waitin to bomb
kind, short kind, I ain't playin for (?)
Gun olympics, the Ghost don't pass the baton, what up?!

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