Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't sweet bout 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
in the club on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
monkey niggas looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a found 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
bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the wildest
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 round with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you better come
This G shit, you gotta show respect

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought that I would understand the streets a very young age
So he opened up the G to the front 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 til your ass get growed
And don't come back til your ass get
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an
Be about it a G, a hater wanna catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't care
Cause my pistol's in face, so put your hands in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, see can they handle this
A hundred at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga
A record full of felonies, searching for a me
But choppers go off in my like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker nigga I'll be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to round up on that Audi, make em get the up out it
Nigga be about it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping with K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that five go
Bang bang, time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all
Let me fall off, I'm all of y'all chains
All of y'all and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of y'all
All of rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you get your ass touched
Like Def Jam '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with winners, then you rolling with us
I know dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker they play on T.V

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