Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

I heard that Capone's home
Yo, word to motha that nigga
Doin' his thing thugged out
Entertainment, what I'm sayin'?

still in the streets, I'll will
Braveheart nigga, there's a line
Between streets and
So we gotta balance and be easy

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

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

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

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

Niggas picked me the boss, Ricky
Lex two-fifty horse power, and devour the source
If flour then swallow your loss
I fours, kick in Poppi's doors

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

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my
The Don, a hundred me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, embrace
quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill

Never waste a penny, money well invested
the weight on my necklace
When death is too close the next shit
Thug the game out biscuits, pull the range out

Public enemy, Queens where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed, I wear a fragrance
My kinetic, mind 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 fingers 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 crush weed the hashish
Bandana dome wrapped
trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps

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

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

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