Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- Atlanta, clown
of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out that Magic City a snub, ho
Lurking in the on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a 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
Your bodyguard shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers move in silence violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you Atlanta that they never speak upon
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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