Luyện nghe bài hát Bonus Track #2

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Now happ'n, what's crackalting fool on your end
What's happ'n, hustle up and buy you a
Uh rock ice, represent your shit
Man what's happ'n with you nigga, what's happ'n with you
When you see me, you know I got at a zone
And my shirt off, like I'm Sly Stallone
Choppa puff mo' daddy than, Diddy
a ice cream party, boogoo chicks in thongs
This the New No Limit, we to the end
send a shout out, to all my dogs in the penn
All my thugged out niggas, to spin em a bend
I done signed Master P, now we in it to win
All my bottle gutter niggas, look raise henn
some liquor for your nigga, if he gone my friend
You know the streets getting wild, we keep the within
You can't be hating on a tank, what's wrong with them

Nigga what's happ'n, nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga what's happ'n
Nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's

What's happ'n, the dizzle with you and yo block
And what's with your people, ahhh they making it hot
You got me like a pit, I'm out here shake this spot
If them people pull up, is you gon take these
Now when you see me, of all you know this my grill
I don't gotta say nothin, just that I'm real
And I been had paper, way before deal
I'm stacking mill with the Colonel, how the fuck I
I feel blessed, dressed a million bucks
In the P. gear, hopping out the trucks
T.V.'s in front the rear, T.V. up
I'm a built nigga, but the burner be tough
I'm a Dirty (boy), a 504 Boy
Cuff your hoe (boy), the chick ain't no (oh boy)
I got the Tank in city, and its crowded crowded
With them No Limit niggas, cause we bout it it

Now we some Down South (hustlas)
I Uptown to that Westbank, straight from the gutter
Its No Limit now, so we them other niggas
hated on us any way, so fuck them other niggas
Got from suave, bout clutch the fucking triggas
Waiting on the word from P, just to rush a fucking
I'm a No Limit (boy), and I'm hot with
figga deal, yes I signed for that
Sticky is what I feel, so I ride with that
Even the feds hating on us, the lines be tapped
But if you want them oranges, and bananas
We posted on the block, 504 bandannas
the throwback tape, nigga I'm '97 hot
Made with C, cause my ear to the block
Kept my hand on a glock, the is too hot
Nigga we back up in this bitch, and yo we can't be

Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
And lil ass nigga, bet not step on my shoes
When I walk wit it, gangsta wit it
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta
When I wit it, gangsta walk wit it
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk walk
Gangsta wit it