Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shakin' my palm, pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a follow me like Farrakhan
Chasin' my Henny, embrace
It's quite Frank, my niggas kill

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

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

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

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

An ill hook like Roy Jones, I'm a street bastard
And weed with the hashish
Bandana dome wrapped
Caddy trucks the grills and the chrome snaps

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

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

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