Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the and the clubs, though
you coming out that Magic City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on tourist
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We some money-hungry wolves, and we to eat the rich
bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers move in with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from Atlanta that they never speak
Where got a sack of dope and a gun

And you know how it go
We playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you better correct
real G shit, you gotta show respect

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

And you know how it go
We playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
you come here, you better come correct
This real G shit, you show respect

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

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my before that five go bang
bang, guap time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the
Predators, we all of y'all lames
Let me off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of watches and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and
No promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with 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 make dance music, this is R.A.P
of the sucker shit they play on T.V

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