Luyện nghe bài hát Bk to La

Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah,
M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my Fiyaah

I spread the hate, like Taliban records and
Shoot five times to the sky, some space
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the of the subject
out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it

Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all
paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the

All inside baseball hat and kneecaps
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you me till mini-mac
Full body fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo SUV's with Bill

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the remain we're
Heartless and painless, dangerous to strangers
That try to us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
Watch you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you impressive, you don't mean it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You must wanna the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X to the Z
Is a friend of our family, yeah my

For you, counterfeit, wannabe players
I rub you under your with single-edged razors
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Men
Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to it

L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistant and on doin' it our way
Do you really fuck with Danze?
When he comin' with them in the van
Double in his hands, my nigga

Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part,
Y'all akin to God and gangsters
the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's

You want problems I'ma 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You want problems bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

Hunt down, hurt, hang and the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and me later
Look in my eyes, I not have to say it
Look alive, streets is complicated

Hunt down, hurt, and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not to say it
Look alive, these is complicated

You got with us? Start poppin'
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, couldn't stop it
Let's move on 'em, move on 'em
in, gun-bustin', black seven plus tools on 'em

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got for 'em
I you to God with no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule
If you wanna get into gangsta shit, let's do this

No question, no
Streets is my profession, in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; around you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got

Yeah, 'cause I'm not, you thought I was
Like my career was gon' fade like a buzz
the stakes high, I solidify
The grip that I on shit, get off my dick

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga