Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

I heard that nigga home
Yo, word to that nigga Nore'
his mothafuckin' thing thugged out
Entertainment, what I'm sayin'?

Niggas in the streets, I'll will
Braveheart nigga, there's a thin
Between and business
So we gotta have balance and be

I heard you fags wanna me off guard
Put Tecks to my heart, the of Escobar
your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street ain't loyal to sides
for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'

I can't trust nothin', this that I'm fuckin'
This clip I'm bustin' could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, poetry and broke noses B
The from heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend
This is part 1, my sermon, the hood reverand

Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred times red
CD's blast, fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless
Her body the best, ass is flawless
Finally the long awaited shit, people, the sequel
Nas, CNN, nobody's

Yo, b ez, keep the off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, creezy
B ez but we still smoke
See us rippin' the shows thugged eezy

Niggas picked me the boss, Ross
Lex two-fifty power, click and devour the source
If it's then swallow your loss
I cock fours, kick in doors

All for the and the cause
Niggas break big fractions of
So what, we got it up
Smack every cat on the
I speak the truth, spit at you

my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a hundred follow me Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas kill

Never waste a penny, money stay invested
Feel the on my necklace
When death is too close flip the next
Thug the out bust biscuits, pull the range out

Public enemy, Queens Bridge where I out
Sweet scent of weed, I like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind power ancient

Yo, b ez, the club off the heezy
thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke
See us rippin' the with thugged eezy

I see through the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500's, up right in front of the slum
Sticky green fingers of the great God
Clarence to the poor but he lived in Oz

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner
And crush weed with the
Bandana head dome
trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps

I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U.
The S-Class is on your weak Datsun
Graffiti on the Bible, my life is wicked
I see dead corpses and Royces

Put heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My whole is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy what in of your slut
Money out my pocket, your bank is stopped

Yo, b ez, keep the off the heezy
Straight in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke
See us rippin' the shows thugged eezy