Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

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

I can't nothin', this bitch that I'm fuckin'
This clip that I'm bustin' jam in my fist
Look at my hand, finger with expensive rings
Cut cookies, wrote poetry and broke noses B
The voice 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 five red
CD's blast, fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, the cordless
Her body stacks the best, ass is
the long awaited shit, ghetto people, the sequel
Nas, CNN, equal

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

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

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

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my
The Don, a hundred follow me like
Chasin' my Henny, Benny's
It's quite Frank, my niggas kill

Never a penny, money stay well invested
Feel the on my necklace
When is too close flip 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 a fragrance
My energy's kinetic, mind type ancient

Yo, b ez, keep the off the heezy
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 soldiers of the God
Clarence spoke to the but he lived in Oz

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

I'm on point Al Sharpton, come peep 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 heart on lap, listen you hear voices
My whole persona is the and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy in front of your slut
bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped

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