Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Ya Self

Ask ya
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Ask ya self if you for drama
With two of the baddest motherfuckers to create, tunes to a lama
You fucking the best
(First, ask ya self if you for Krumb Snatch)
Then ask you if you ready for Tef

And if you ready for death, all the steps out
I'ma make the glocks
(Nigga we got it out)
(Y'all niggas is out)
We're raw 'n Caveliti
(All city)
(And here, what we call gritty)

I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked beans outta
Proceed with caution, I'm to wig out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, the shit out

By accident, we do shit on the mic
That a kid is in Interstate, trapped again
Fuck, y'all talking 'bout we kick a hole
In the speaker then the plug, we walking out

Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you for the hardcore?
The

Now ask ya self, do you can keep run
Than this bullet can
(Son, you in danger)
We hit off heavy metal to settle to be
And all me
(Nigga)

Thinking you can talk sideways the sound woofer
No of action
(My team laughing)
And ask ya self, do you we got the time
For you tucking-truck
(Bitch, no)

We put wigs on like Michael mean Pepsi
(Cats like a lesbie)
me and Tef is like me and you laugh
And we'll announce a breath from holy you
def

Listen, nigga, we doubt you
we don't give a fuck about you
Me and my girlfriend, I make the world spin you
You with real niggaz, feel niggaz
Walking through the house and niggaz
(Hardcore)
Bitch,

Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you ready for
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you for action?
Ask ya self, is you ready for the

Na, na, na, fuck
hold me back Tef
Na, na, go, lemme go
Fuck these
Naw, they know, hold up dog
Lemme go, hold up dog, up

Na, na, na, up, wait up, they went about it wrong
Feelin' hearted, try me on a song
I'm a let niggaz know, they got it
You got gats and bats we get too

and macks cocked and aimed at you
Bloodthirsty, star what the be
No mercy, we god and hard with any squad or mobb
Coming forty niggaz like a jail

Blood on my silk shirt, niggaz out
Scuffed up my Timbs, we bang 'em in the
You niggaz want a concrete
out busting like war in the jungle

Mad 'cause my crew lay in the tunnel
Most humble, we send when we come through
Get praised but still blaze in the
The ruff days, two bullets niggaz tattle

I'm immune to tuff-talk, them big boy stanze
You in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs
we bang with the best, the models to rest
Create drama, rock armor, Smith &

shot, gun cocked, mingling shotting
Lost in this world I'm in, feeling money
Eyes roaming, zoning, with a Nottz beat
most dangerous, police lay and watch me

Harts start jumping, we peeping niggaz
We come through thumping, pulling out
Tangle with your entourage

We in yards to face off with any yards
you're dust on the fully loaded shotgun
Whistling the air, just to mock one
Blood for your son

Is you for the hardcore
The
And after Snatcha snatch yo' worthy possessions
I got orders to clap you