Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

I heard you wanna catch me off guard
Put Tecks to my heart, the of Escobar
your breath, whispers in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street loyal to choose sides
for the beef, whoever lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, b ez, the club off the heezy
Straight in the back, drink 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, up right in front of the slum
Sticky fingers soldiers of the great God
Clarence spoke to the 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 shittin' on your Datsun
Graffiti on the Bible, my life is wicked
I see dead and Rolls Royces

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

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