Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

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

I can't trust nothin', this bitch 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 voice heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend
This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood

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

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

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

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

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

waste a penny, money stay well invested
Feel the weight on my
When is too close flip the next shit
the game out bust biscuits, pull the range out

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

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

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

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

I'm on point Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
The is shittin' on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my is wicked
I see corpses and Rolls Royces

Put your heart on your lap, listen you voices
My whole persona is the drama and to smoke
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 thugs in the back, drink
B ez but we smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows thugged eezy