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 nigga?

I the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the
Mash out niggaz, straight from the you love it

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

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

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to this, the fact remain we're
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to
try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em

You want problems bring 'em to you
We them 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 lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You want problems 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 mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You must throw 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 face with single-edged razors
street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, squeeze and Level Men to settle it

From L.A. to B.K., B.K. to L.A.
and insistant on doin' it our way
Do you wanna fuck with Danze?
When he with them thugs in the van
clutch in his hands, my nigga

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

You want problems bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We to bang
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 I'ma '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 it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

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

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, these streets is

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

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

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

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

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

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 tossed in the flames,