Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit sweet the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
you coming out that Magic City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas for some Luda 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 money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a bitch
These real-ass killers move in silence violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from Atlanta they never 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 that go
When you come here, you better correct
This real G shit, you show respect

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where dogs sit"
at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And don't back til your ass get throwed
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, 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 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 your face, so put hands in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can handle this
A round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, nigga fantasy
A record 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 nigga I'll never be, don't a fuck about it
Quick to round up on Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be about it, he it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He ain't robbed a man, ain't 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 or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip that five go bang
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 off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all and all of y'all cars
Well, who you talking to? All of stars
All of rappers and producers and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get 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 niggas ain't weak
Know dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make music, this is R.A.P
of the sucker shit they play on T.V

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