Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I play 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 with a snub, ho
Lurking in the on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a found 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 down to eat the
Your ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never speak
Where everybody got a sack of and a gun

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

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would the streets from a very young age
So he up the G code to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where dogs sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And come back til your ass get throwed
Whatever you want is whatever you can
Bring the pain and leave em wet, they soaking in some salve
When you out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause trill 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 your in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm this Atlanta shit
trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no shit
Drinking on Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga
A record full of felonies, for a better me
But go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a about it
Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the up out it
Nigga be about it, he deserve it he allow 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 K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or snoozing

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 G shit, you gotta show respect

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that five go
bang, guap time, rep game
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 chains
All of watches and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of stars
All of y'all rappers and and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling some winners, then you rolling with us
I know dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I make 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 let that shit go
When you come here, you come correct
real G shit, you gotta show respect