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, 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 of the subject
Mash out niggaz, straight the gutter you love it

nothin 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 hit you with me till mini-mac
Full body black fatigues, lungs black weed
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 dangerous to
That try to change us, knowin' we're to flame 'em

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
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 let me sing 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 must wanna throw the 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 with razors
street 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 really wanna fuck with
When he comin' with thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

the world 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 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 I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' 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 tossed in the flames,

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, these is complicated

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 with 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 seven plus on 'em

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

No question, no
Streets is my profession, in my posession
is the answer; look around 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' like a fuckin' buzz
the stakes high, I solidify
The grip that I keep on shit, get off my

You want problems 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 mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga