Luyện nghe bài hát Big Beast (Instrumental)

Hardcore G shit, homie, I don't around
Ain't sweet bout the peach -- this Atlanta, clown
Home of the dealers and the strippers and the clubs,
Catch you coming out that Magic City a snub, ho
Lurking in the club on tourist
to Atlanta, up your jewelry, motherfucker!
These monkey niggas looking for some 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 wolves, and we down to eat the rich
Your 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 never speak
everybody got a sack of dope and a gun

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

Once a time in the projects
An O.G. saw a Bun B as a prospect
Thought that I would understand the from a very young age
So he opened up the G to the front page
He sat me on the porch, said, "This where little sit"
at the yard, said, "That's where big dogs shit"
He said, "Don't leave til your ass get
And don't come til your ass get throwed
Whatever you want is you can have
Bring the pain and em wet, like they soaking in some salve
When you step out on the ave, make sure they 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 tripping, but I don't really care
Cause my pistol's in your face, so put hands in the air

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

In a six, I'm riding with a pistol grip, clip
From Simpson Road to Adamsville, I'm repping this shit
Nigga trying to handle up, let's see can handle this
A hundred round at em, that ain't no shit
Drinking on that Hennessey, on that cannabis
Amerikkka's nightmare, trap fantasy
A record full of felonies, for a better me
But choppers go off in my like 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 up on that Audi, make em get the fuck up out it
Nigga better be it, he deserve it he allow it
What's a to a kamikaze?
He robbed a man, ain't predator or prey; the law of nature where I stay
I catch you slipping 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 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 show respect

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