Luyện nghe bài hát Bk to La

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

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

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

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

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

You want problems bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean 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 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 in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

You want problems 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
Watch you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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

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

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

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, got room for 'em
I send you to God with no
Clueless, G's run this, we rule this
If you wanna get some gangsta shit, let's do this

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

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

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 mean it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You want problems bring 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing 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 in the flames, nigga