Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit sweet the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you coming out that Magic with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a found was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers 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 just how it go
We ain't playing round with bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
you come here, you better come correct
This real G shit, you gotta show

upon a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets 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 your ass get
And don't come back til ass get throwed
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make they wanna see ya
being trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a hater wanna you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your in the air

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

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that go bang
bang, guap 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 taking all of y'all
All of y'all watches and all of cars
Well, who you talking to? All of stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and
No homo promo, homie, you get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling with some winners, then you with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them niggas weak
they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker 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 come correct
This real G shit, you show respect