Luyện nghe bài hát Bk to La

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

I spread the hate, like records and tapes
Shoot times to the sky, gimme 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
Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the
From here to infinity, thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't the chemistry

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

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

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

You want problems I'ma '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?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's 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, hardcore players
I rub you under your face single-edged razors
street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, cock squeeze and Men to settle it

L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistant and insistant on it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with
When he with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'all niggaz 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 cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We to bang
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 cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

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

down, hurt, hang and hate 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, must on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus on 'em

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

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

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

You want problems I'ma 'em to you
We cockin' them
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 in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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