Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out Magic City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on tourist
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 wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper
real-ass killers move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from Atlanta that they speak upon
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very age
So he opened up the G code to the 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 leave til ass get growed
And don't back til your ass get throwed
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, like soaking in some salve
you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an
Be it like a G, a hater wanna 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 playing round that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that go
When you come here, you come correct
This real G shit, you show respect

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

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 come
real 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 all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all
All of y'all watches and all of cars
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
All of rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get ass touched
Like Def Jam '83, you get rushed
If you with some winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't
Know they dressing looking hard, but them ain't cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the shit they play on T.V

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
real G shit, you gotta show respect