Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I play around
shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the and the clubs, though
you coming out that 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 was a Ruger and some 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 bitch
These real-ass killers in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from Atlanta that never speak upon
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a 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 little dogs sit"
at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And don't come til your 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
Cause trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it a G, a hater wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I even 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 playing round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
When you come here, you come correct
This real G shit, you gotta show

In a six, I'm riding a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
trying to handle up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred 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 choppers go off in my like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him,
Sucker nigga I'll never be, don't 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 robbed a man, ain't predator or the law of nature where I stay
I you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that or you're snoozing

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 come correct
This real G shit, you gotta show

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that five go
Bang bang, guap time, rep
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 y'all
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all
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 with some winners, then you rolling us
I know some dope country niggas, but niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but niggas ain't cheap
I don't 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 round with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let that go
you come here, you better come correct
This real G shit, you show respect