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

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

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

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to 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 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 mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

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

You wanna 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 hardcore
I rub you under your face 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.
Persistant and on doin' it our way
Do you really 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 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 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 tossed in the flames,

You problems I'ma 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?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the
Watch how you rise, and thank 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 with us? Start poppin'
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't it
Let's move on 'em, must 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 with no
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, 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 guns got

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

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 talk impressive, you mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

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