Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't play
Ain't sweet bout 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 on tourist motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your bodyguard ain't shit, we him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from that they never speak upon
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought that I would 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 dogs sit"
at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get
And come back til your ass get throwed
Whatever you want is you can have
Bring the pain and leave em wet, like they soaking in salve
When you step out on the ave, make they wanna see ya
Cause trill is an onomatopoeia
Be it like 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 come correct
This G shit, you gotta show respect

In a six, I'm with a pistol grip, banana clip
Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this Atlanta shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can they handle
A hundred at em, that ain't no Louisiana shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, on that cannabis
nightmare, trap 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 never be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to round up on that Audi, 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 predator or prey; the law of nature where I
I you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that or you're snoozing

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip that five go bang
bang, guap time, rep game
We the readers of the books and the leaders of the
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all
Let me fall off, I'm all of y'all chains
All of watches and all of y'all cars
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and and such
No homo promo, homie, you might get your ass
Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you with some winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing hard, but them niggas ain't cheap
I don't make 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 with that bullshit
Nigga, we let that shit go
When you come here, you better come
real G shit, you gotta show respect