Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

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

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

upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought that I would understand the streets from a young age
So he opened up the G code to the front
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And don't come 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 sure they see ya
being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be it like 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 really
Cause my pistol's in face, so put your hands in the air

And you just how it go
We playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
When you come here, you come 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 repping Atlanta shit
trying 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 cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, nigga fantasy
A record of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him,
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 about it, he it he allow it
What's a coward to a
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

And you know 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 G shit, you gotta show respect

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep
We the of the books and the leaders 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 y'all
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all
All of rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you get your ass touched
Like Def Jam '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with some winners, you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't
I make dance music, this is R.A.P
of the sucker shit they play on T.V

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