Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

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

I can't trust nothin', bitch that I'm fuckin'
This that I'm bustin' could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive
Cut coke cookies, 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

Blunted eyes red, C-Class, a hundred five red
CD's blast, speed fast, haters dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, the cordless
Her body 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 the shows with thugged eezy

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

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

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, my wand
The Don, a hundred follow me like
my Henny, embrace Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll

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

Public enemy, Queens where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed, I wear like a
My kinetic, mind power type ancient

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

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

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street bastard
And crush weed with the
Bandana 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 on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my is wicked
I see dead and Rolls Royces

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

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 thugged eezy