Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

I that nigga Capone's home
Yo, word to motha that nigga
his mothafuckin' thing thugged out
Entertainment, know what I'm

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

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

I trust nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'
This clip that I'm could jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and noses B
The voice heaven, I'm God sent, of course a legend
This is 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand

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

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

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

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

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, 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, money stay invested
Feel the weight on my
When is too close flip the next shit
Thug the out bust biscuits, pull the range out

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

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

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

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

I'm on point like Al Sharpton, peep the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is shittin' on weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my is wicked
I see dead corpses and Royces

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

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