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 coming out that Magic City 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 found was a and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We some money-hungry wolves, and we to eat the rich
Your bodyguard shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers move in silence with
The it set off, we the motherfucking wildest
How you Atlanta that they never speak upon
Where got a sack of dope and a gun

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

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 young age
So he up the G code to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't til your ass get growed
And come back til your ass get throwed
you want is whatever you can have
Bring the and leave em wet, like they soaking in some salve
you step out on the ave, make sure they wanna see ya
Cause being trill is an
Be about it like a G, a hater catch you slipping
Try to be a Jordan, but for a Pippen"
Player, I even tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put your in the air

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

In a six, I'm with a pistol grip, banana clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can handle this
A hundred round at em, that no Louisiana shit
on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, nigga fantasy
A record full of felonies, for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel
Pretty nigga, let him be, fuck him,
Sucker nigga I'll be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga be about it, he deserve it he allow 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 you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that and all that jewelry or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my before that five go bang
bang, guap time, rep game
We the of the books and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of lames
Let me off, I'm taking all of y'all chains
All of y'all watches and all of y'all
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all and producers 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 know some dope country niggas, but them niggas weak
they dressing looking hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make dance music, is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit play on T.V

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