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 coming out that City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We some wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your 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 Atlanta that they never speak upon
Where got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a time in the
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I understand the streets from a very young 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 til your ass get growed
And don't come back til ass get throwed
Whatever you want is 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 about it like a G, a wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my in your face, so put your hands in the air

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
This real G shit, you gotta show

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping Atlanta shit
Nigga to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap fantasy
A full of felonies, searching for a better me
But go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
nigga, let him be, fuck 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 coward to a
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I
I catch you slipping with that K, no illusion, no confusion
come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

And you know how it go
We ain't playing round with that
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 bang, time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the
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 cars
Well, who you talking to? All of stars
All of y'all rappers and and such
No promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling some winners, then you rolling with us
I some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker they play on T.V

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