Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play
Ain't shit bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs, though
Catch you out that Magic City with a snub, ho
in the club on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for some 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 silence with
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from that they never speak upon
Where got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the streets from a very age
So he up the G code 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 leave til ass get growed
And don't back til your ass get throwed
you want is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, they soaking in some salve
When you out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
being 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 ain't even tripping, but I don't care
Cause my pistol's in face, so put your hands in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
From Simpson to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, blowing on cannabis
nightmare, trap nigga fantasy
A full 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 I'll never be, don't 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 it he allow it
What's a coward to a
He ain't robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K, no illusion, no confusion
come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
to my clip before that five go bang
Bang bang, time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the of the crooks
Predators, we all of y'all lames
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of chains
All of y'all watches and all of cars
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and and such
No homo promo, homie, you get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling with winners, then you rolling with us
I some dope country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know 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 with that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
When you come here, you better come
This real G shit, you gotta show