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, you at my nigga? Fiyaah

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

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

All inside baseball hat and kneecaps
With bats, 'til fame hit you with me till mini-mac
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from
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 to strangers
That try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to 'em

You want problems bring '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?
where you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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 don't it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

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, my nigga

For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore
I rub you under your face single-edged razors
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 really wanna fuck with
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, happenin'?

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

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

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

You got problems with us? Start
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 send you to God with no
Clueless, real G's run this, we this
If you get into some gangsta shit, let's do this

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, what you I was
Like my career was gon' like a fuckin' buzz
Raise the high, I solidify
The that I keep on shit, get off my dick

You problems I'ma bring '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?
Watch 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 to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga