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, you at my nigga? Fiyaah

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 gutter you it

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

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

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

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?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You want problems I'ma 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing 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 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 razors
Cold 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 wanna fuck with Danze?
When he comin' them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

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 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 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?
where you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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

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

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

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got 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
Streets is my profession, heat in my
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the
Say, "No Smokin'", but our got cancer

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

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

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