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 and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out that Magic City a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for some 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
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 wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never speak
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought that I would understand the streets a very young age
So he opened up the G code to the 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 your ass get
And don't come back til your ass get
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an
Be about it like a G, a wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I even tripping, but I don't really care
my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air

And you just how it go
We ain't playing round with that
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 with a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they handle
A hundred round at em, ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, nigga fantasy
A record of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him,
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a about it
Quick to round up on Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He ain't 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
come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that go bang
bang, guap time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the of the crooks
Predators, we all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of cars
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
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 with some winners, then you with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them ain't weak
Know dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker they play on T.V

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