Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I play around
Ain't shit bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
Catch you coming out that City with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for Luda and Jermaine
And all a found was a Ruger and some pain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! up off the chain
Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the
We some money-hungry wolves, and we down to eat the
bodyguard ain't shit, we strip him like a stripper bitch
These real-ass killers move in with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
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
When you come here, you better come
This real G shit, you gotta respect

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a young Bun B as a
Thought that I would understand the from a very young age
So he opened up the G code to the front
He sat me on the porch, said, "This little dogs sit"
Pointed at the yard, said, "That's where big shit"
He said, "Don't leave til ass get growed
And don't come back til ass get throwed
Whatever you want is whatever you can
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 being is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a hater wanna 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 know how it go
We ain't playing round that bullshit
Nigga, we ain't let shit go
When you here, you better come correct
This real G shit, you gotta respect

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, banana
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this shit
Nigga trying to up, let's see can they handle this
A hundred round at em, ain't no Louisiana shit
on that Hennessey, blowing on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap nigga
A record full of felonies, searching for a me
But choppers go off in my like Iraq, Cuba, Tel Aviv
nigga, let him be, fuck him, shorty
Sucker nigga never be, don't give a fuck about it
Quick to up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be about it, he deserve it he 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 catch you with that K, ain't no illusion, no confusion
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or snoozing

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
real G shit, you gotta show respect

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my clip before that go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep
We the readers of the 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 promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Def Jam circa '83, you get rushed
If you rolling with winners, then you rolling with us
I know some dope country niggas, but them ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them niggas cheap
I don't make music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the sucker shit they on T.V

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