Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit sweet the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you out that Magic City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the on tourist motherfuckers
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
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 silence with
The it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
How you from Atlanta that they speak upon
Where got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought I would 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 little dogs 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 want is 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 trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it 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 care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put hands in the air

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 better come
real G shit, you gotta show respect

In a six, I'm riding a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they this
A round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap 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, him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll never be, 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 it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or snoozing

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

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

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