Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta,
Home of the 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 some Luda and
And all a nigga found was a 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
bodyguard ain't 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 from that they never speak upon
Where everybody got a sack of and a gun

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

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets 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 back til your ass get throwed
you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make they wanna see ya
Cause trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a hater catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't tripping, but I don't really care
my pistol's in your face, so put your hands in the air

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 real G shit, you gotta respect

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta
Nigga to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga
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 I'll never be, don't give a fuck about it
to round up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be about it, he deserve it he it
a coward 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, ain't no illusion, no
Better come up off that cake and all that or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my before that five go bang
bang, guap time, rep game
We the of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all
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 stars
All of rappers and producers and such
No promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners, you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas weak
Know they dressing hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit play on T.V

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