Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Club

[Intro:

You niggas what's up nigga
Don't play nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go time

[Verse 1:
Look, niggas can't match what I create, I'm actually great
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would went to Mac on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you in the face
you was safe while behind the wall, you vagina soft
Had you poked inside the yard, the youngin off
Before the Shady signing, I wore designer,
Dawg, I swear we cut from a different of cloth
I'm kinda off, wig shot your brains fly across the
When I off the heat, then I'm riding off
Wanna get my sucked inside a loft
With Scotty O.G. of my cigar (smoking)
Don't call my if you ain't tryna buy it all
I'm the God, keep it a thousand, I inspire
I provided y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape '94
But I started out raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considering my image, what nigga spit the way I spit it?
Think it, I'll wait a minute
I had to you time to think of a name 'cause it might take a minute
When I dropped Reject 2, I made a statement it
Niggas talk tough, I up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Aikman with it when he played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the with it
I the bar, set the razor in your face with scar
Break in your place and all that money in your safe is
You rap ain't safe at all
My taking niggas chains at the awards and then we skatin' off
the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure
Uh

Lloyd Banks]
Uh
You know the fuck we from
sound like a murder one
It's the niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

[Verse 2: Lloyd
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the with went wrong
They switch, my so small I'm standing out of it
Episodes of a giant, me my monument
Still off the table, bet he have a family to count it with
Fake ass niggas sign your a counterfeit
knocked off your counterparts
We known for breakin' hearts
Ran out of patience die for the fast flip
Cruisin', collectin' Confederate flags to wipe my ass
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearin'
my folks disappearing, my feelings broke
Being successful will bring 'em to tears
Keep your threats off the wire, buggin out is my factor
30 rounds for your rapper
The hand of God off to vertical rear ya
You shot at me but I never felt a thing, my freezing
allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezing
Grippin' passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from but the po-lice
Hunger cold nights
Life's a gamble but I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my price
I bet a semi rise'll out all the petty vibes
Bark a shepherd, bike like Pennywise
Them crew beginnings of grim and Henny eyes
Blue vomit and envy cries for in disguise
I pull ya card, make 'em at ya awkward after
Run around on my gorilla shit, and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in this era to off a
Lashing backwards your own whip, followed by laughter
in my eyes and see the struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real here in the flesh
the view off the mountain top, I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, reacts and the ghetto fried

Lloyd Banks]
Uh
You know where the fuck we
sound like a murder one
It's the niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet

3: Benny]
Yo, in my town we got foul habits, 40 cal.
Hustlers plow and trap in a wild fashion
Till agents chase us around
They know our faces, but to them, we cases in a file cabinet
I'm [?] in that brown fabric, just watch I bought the brown
Blame my childhood for how I'm
We leave the counter then we brown
The dollar amount stackin', I can see numbers
Hustlers count
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
'Cause I'm certified, I'm like these crossdressers
I can't believe where the got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan with like the Globetrotters
We straighten beef out 4 dollars
But I'm still humble from the we ate the bread with the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you never feel, flow impressive still
And I perform better when the pressure
Single mothers readin' hustlers mills
She fed us with the for the electric bill
I'm too eclectic, mouth still
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, a feel
You see, this paper could a nigga demeanor
I it take dreamers and make 'em into believers
Had you sippin' Ace up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you relate to that ace and the cleaners