Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't shit sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta,
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
Catch you coming out that Magic with a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on motherfuckers
Welcome to Atlanta, up jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey looking for some Luda and Jermaine
And all a nigga found was a Ruger and some
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 a stripper bitch
These real-ass move in silence with violence
The minute it set off, we the motherfucking
How you from Atlanta that they never speak
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once upon a in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought I would understand the streets from a very young age
So he opened up the G to the front page
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 your ass get
Whatever you is whatever you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make sure wanna see ya
Cause trill is an onomatopoeia
Be about it like a G, a wanna catch you slipping
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 your in the air

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 correct
real G shit, you gotta show respect

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, clip
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 that
nightmare, trap nigga fantasy
A record of felonies, searching for a better me
But choppers go off in my hood like Iraq, Cuba, Tel
Pretty nigga, let him be, him, shorty
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 robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of where I stay
I catch you slipping with that K, ain't no illusion, no
Better come up off that cake and all that jewelry or you're

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

Wha-da-da-dang,
Listen to my before that five go bang
Bang bang, guap time, rep
We the readers of the and the leaders of the crooks
Predators, we eyeballing all of y'all
Let me fall off, I'm taking all of y'all
All of y'all watches and all of cars
Well, who you to? All of y'all stars
All of y'all rappers and producers and
No promo, homie, you might get your ass touched
Like Def Jam circa '83, you get
If you rolling with some winners, then you rolling us
I know some country niggas, but them niggas ain't weak
Know they dressing looking hard, but them ain't cheap
I don't make music, this is R.A.P
Opposite of the shit they play on T.V

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