Luyện nghe bài hát Be This Way

Aiyo aiyo, up, yo?
up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney shit
Aiyo, I there's a lot of hoods and shit out there
A lot of niggas got bodied
A lot of done got robbed and shit

You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the
But time goes on and if we don't change a lot of
Shit always gonna be way and that's a muthafucka fact
gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo

When y'all turn my mic up in here, shit
Know what I mean? Tired of muthafuckas and shit
One two, fuck around and clob on one of y'all
Yo Spidey, put that shit, on
on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah
"Can you feel it?", let's go, it

Live Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Only place on the map got the 30 dollar bill
And we like we got millions
Our is how we willie, niggas
That's how Buck brought the
And the is pussy, they protect and serve

They connect, with baseheads they frisk our birds
Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the
Bonin' these two bitches, Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, fuck
The black Carlo Gambino, the wallo's

his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno
Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on
Tone Stark, a poet's art, the girls
And bake them pies, clean up, some are old
This that real live shit, you heard

Yo, they lick forty rounds,
Okay, the shit is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he a way

Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and
Blow a nigga a and watch him slide away
It's like in the hood, he in the grimy say
But we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
It don't to, it don't have to, "My God"

With big and static, with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with great big
Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we do magic
Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this, back up or receive something

Real tragic, them hollows'll race your jacket
Semi gangstas weak tactics
Forensic called in to display graphics
For square inch to his winds
They brain is spleen, it's left all a fiend's mattress

Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we our ratchets
We the hood cryin' for massive havoc
No Trix we from silly rabbits
Yo them lead carrots

The little mans'll connect and they that fabric
The only thing that can stop 'em is that phat shit
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat
Brr baow! no comin' back, bitch!

Yo, they forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't a fuck on any time or day
Or if he today, or could he find a way

Blow over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Blow a nigga a and watch him slide away
It's like in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be way"
It have to, it don't have to, "My God"

Ways, be way
Ways, be way
Ways, be way