Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Club

[Intro:

You niggas know what's up
play stupid nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go time

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas match what I create, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to cracks by the gate
The couple stacks I would make went to Mac on my
I could send a upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while behind the wall, you vagina
Had you poked the yard, the youngin sliding off
Before the Shady signing, I wore designer,
Dawg, I swear we cut from a different kind of
I'm kinda off, wig shot your brains fly across the
When I fire off the heat, then I'm off
Wanna get my dick sucked a loft
Scotty O.G. inside of my cigar (smoking)
Don't call my phone if you ain't buy it all
I'm the God, keep it a thousand, I inspire
I provided y'all classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I out supplying raw
Okay, I get it, my face is
But considering my facial image, what nigga 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 a statement with it
Niggas tough, I prop up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of Lakers fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it he played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the greatest it
I raise the bar, set the razor in face with scar
Break in your place and all money in your safe is ours
You rap niggas ain't at all
My youngest niggas chains at the awards and then we skatin' off
Empty the sticks 50 shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we sure
Uh

[Chorus: Lloyd
Uh
You know the fuck we from
Niggas sound a murder one
It's the real niggas,
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

2: Lloyd Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the with went wrong
They switch, my circle so small I'm out of it
Episodes of a giant, hand me my
Still off the table, bet he won't a family to count it with
Fake ass niggas your baby a counterfeit
Limbs knocked off your
We known for breakin' mama
Ran out of patience die for the fast flip
Cruisin', Confederate flags to wipe my ass with
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearin'
my folks disappearing, my feelings broke
Being will bring 'em to tears faster
your threats off the wire, buggin out is my fear factor
30 rounds for square rapper
The hand of God off to vertical rear ya
You shot at me but I felt a thing, my diamonds freezing
Hater allergic, handkerchief for sneezing
with passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from but the po-lice
Hunger balance cold
Life's a gamble but I don't throw dice
I'm ten spike, high as my show price
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the vibes
Bark like a shepherd, like Pennywise
crew beginnings of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Blue vomit and cries for cowards in disguise
I pull ya card, make 'em at ya awkward after
Run on my gorilla shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was to be on in this era to off a master
Lashing backwards own whip, followed by stronger laughter
Look in my eyes and see the struggle of
The of a hundred real niggas here in the flesh
From the view off the mountain top, I was
Medicine for maniacs, chain and the ghetto fried

[Chorus: Lloyd
Uh
You know where the fuck we
Niggas sound a murder one
the real niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

[Verse 3:
Yo, in my we got foul habits, 40 cal. packers
Hustlers plow cash and in a wild fashion
Till chase us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a cabinet
I'm [?] in that brown fabric, just I bought the brown sadness
Blame my childhood for how I'm
We leave the then we brown baggin'
The dollar amount stackin', I can see numbers
Hustlers backwards
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
'Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing these crossdressers
I believe where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan rock like the Globetrotters
We straighten out with 4 dollars
But I'm still humble from the we ate the bread with the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you will never feel, flow impressive
And I perform better when the build
Single mothers readin' stretchin' mills
She fed us the cash for the electric bill
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, a feel
You see, paper could change a nigga demeanor
I seen it dreamers and make 'em into believers
Had you Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta relate to that ace and the