Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I play around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta,
of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out that Magic City 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 nigga found was a Ruger and pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These killers move in silence with violence
The it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
How you from Atlanta that they never speak
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
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 little dogs sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get
And don't come back til your ass get
Whatever you want is you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in some
you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being 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 really
Cause my in your face, so put your hands in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
From Simpson to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they this
A hundred at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on that
Amerikkka's nightmare, nigga fantasy
A record full of felonies, searching for a me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel
Pretty nigga, let him be, him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't give a fuck it
Quick to up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I
I you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

And you just how it go
We playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you better correct
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 of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of 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 y'all rappers and producers and
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling with 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 sucker shit they on T.V

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