Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
Catch you out that Magic City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on tourist
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We some money-hungry wolves, and we to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a bitch
These real-ass killers move in with violence
The it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
How you from Atlanta that they speak upon
Where everybody got a of dope and a gun

And you just how it go
We ain't playing round with that
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
you come here, you better come correct
This G shit, you gotta 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 code to the page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little sit"
at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get
And don't come back til ass get throwed
you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a hater wanna catch you
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I ain't even tripping, but I don't really
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 that
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you here, you better come correct
This real G shit, you gotta show

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
From Simpson to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to up, let's see can they handle this
A round at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga
A record of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
Pretty nigga, let him be, him, shorty
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
What's a coward to a
He ain't a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my before that five go bang
Bang bang, time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the
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 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 winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but niggas ain't weak
Know they looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't dance music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit play on T.V

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