Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

I heard that nigga home
Yo, to motha that nigga Nore'
Doin' his mothafuckin' thing out
Entertainment, what I'm sayin'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
Clarence spoke to the but he lived in Oz

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner
And crush with the hashish
head dome wrapped
Caddy with the grills and the chrome snaps

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

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 thugged