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 Fiyaah

I spread the hate, like Taliban records and
Shoot five times to the sky, 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 y'all religiously
Watchin' thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the but don't know the chemistry

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

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

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?
where 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 let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

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 face with single-edged razors
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and 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
he comin' with them thugs in the van
Double in his hands, my nigga

Make the world flame, 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, happenin'?

You want 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 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 talk impressive, you don't it do you?
where you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

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

down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me
Look in my eyes, I not have 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
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus on 'em

Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got for 'em
I you to God with no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule
If you get into some gangsta shit, let's do this

No question, no
Streets is my profession, in my posession
Hollow-tips is the look around you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got

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

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

You want I'ma 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 in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga