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, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the
out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it

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

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

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the remain we're
Heartless and painless, it's to strangers
That try to change us, knowin' we're 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 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 don't mean it do
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You must 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, my nigga

For you, counterfeit, hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged
Cold 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.
and insistant on doin' it our way
Do you really fuck with Danze?
he comin' with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part,
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 bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing 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

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

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
Look alive, streets is complicated

Hunt down, hurt, hang and the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and me later
Look in my eyes, I should not 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
Let's on 'em, must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus on 'em

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, got room for 'em
I you to God with no shoes
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 you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our got cancer

Yeah, 'cause I'm not, you thought I was
Like my career was gon' fade 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 them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you impressive, you don't mean it do you?
where you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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