Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I play around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out that City with a snub, ho
in the club on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for some Luda and
And all a nigga was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him a stripper bitch
real-ass killers move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never upon
Where everybody got a of dope and a gun

And you know how it go
We ain't round with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
you come here, you better come correct
This G shit, you gotta show respect

upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
that I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And don't come til your ass get throwed
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, sure they wanna see ya
Cause being is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put hands in the air

And you know how it go
We ain't playing round with bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you better correct
This real G shit, you gotta show

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta
trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that no Louisiana shit
Drinking on Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap fantasy
A record of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel
nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't a fuck about it
Quick to round up on Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be about it, he it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K, no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're

And you just how it go
We ain't playing with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that go
When you come here, you better correct
This real G shit, you gotta respect

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep
We the readers of the books and the of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of lames
Let me fall off, I'm all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of y'all
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all
All of y'all and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass
Like Def Jam '83, you get rushed
If you rolling some winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them ain't cheap
I don't make music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker they play on T.V

And you know how it go
We ain't playing with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you come correct
This real G shit, you gotta respect