Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

Niggas still in the streets, will
nigga, there's a thin line
Between streets and
So we gotta have and be easy

I heard you fags wanna catch me off
Put Tecks to my heart, the death of
Under your breath, in the dark
I hear it 'cause the ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'

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

Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a times five red
CD's blast, fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess the arm rest, flip the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is
Finally the awaited shit, ghetto people, the sequel
Nas, CNN, equal

Yo, b ez, keep the club off the
Straight in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still treezy
See us the shows with thugged eezy

picked me the boss, Ricky Ross
Lex horse power, click and devour the source
If it's flour then swallow your
I cock fours, kick in doors

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

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, my wand
The Don, a follow me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, Benny's
quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill

Never a penny, money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my
When death is too close flip the shit
Thug the game out biscuits, pull the range out

Public enemy, Bridge where I hang out
Sweet of weed, I wear like a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, power type ancient

Yo, b ez, the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, creezy
B ez but we smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged

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

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a corner bastard
And weed with the hashish
head dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the snaps

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

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

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 with eezy