Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Club

[Intro:

You niggas know up nigga
Don't play stupid

Banks, what's up
go time homie

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas match what I create, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash by the gate
The couple stacks I make went to Mac on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the
Thought you was while behind the wall, you vagina soft
Had you poked inside the yard, the youngin off
Before the signing, I wore designer, y'all
Dawg, I swear we cut from a different kind of
I'm kinda off, wig shot your brains fly the street
When I off the heat, then I'm riding off
Wanna get my dick sucked a loft
With Scotty O.G. inside of my (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 with 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 about it, wait a minute
I had to give you time to of a name 'cause it might take a minute
When I dropped 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your Lakers
Toss bullets, I'm Troy with it when he played with Emmitt
it, I'm one of the greatest with it
I raise the bar, set the razor in your with scar
Break in your place and all that in your safe is ours
You rap ain't safe at all
My youngest niggas chains at the awards and then we skatin' off
Empty the sticks 50 shots is sprayin' off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure
Uh

Lloyd Banks]
Uh
You know where the we from
Niggas sound like a one
the real niggas, yeah
Blood, sweat, tears and flares

[Verse 2: Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom with wrong
switch, my circle so small I'm standing out of it
Episodes of a giant, hand me my
off the table, bet he won't have a family to count it with
Fake ass niggas sign your baby a
Limbs knocked off counterparts
We for breakin' mama hearts
Ran out of patience debatin' die for the fast
Cruisin', collectin' Confederate flags to my ass with
Had to be shit, I'm hearin' ghosts
Seein' my folks disappearing, my feelings
Being successful bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your off the wire, buggin out is my fear factor
30 rounds for your rapper
The hand of God off to vertical rear ya
You shot at me but I felt a thing, my diamonds freezing
allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezing
Grippin' passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I run from shit but the po-lice
balance cold nights
Life's a but damn I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my show
I bet a semi clear out all the petty vibes
Bark a shepherd, bike like Pennywise
Them crew beginnings of grim and Henny eyes
vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise
I pull ya card, 'em look at ya awkward after
Run around on my shit, shittin' 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
Look in my eyes and see the of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas in the flesh
From the view off the mountain top, I was
Medicine for maniacs, chain reacts and the fried

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

3: Benny]
Yo, in my town we got habits, 40 cal. packers
Hustlers plow cash and in a wild fashion
Till agents chase us backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file
I'm [?] in brown fabric, just watch I bought the brown sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
We leave the counter we brown baggin'
The dollar stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers backwards
I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm
I'm certified, I'm nothing like these crossdressers
I can't where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a with rock like the Globetrotters
We straighten beef out 4 dollars
But I'm still from the days we ate the bread with the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you will feel, flow impressive still
And I perform better the pressure build
Single mothers hustlers stretchin' mills
She fed us with the for the electric bill
I'm too eclectic, reckless still
I hit the hood just to chill, the old days, catch a feel
You see, this paper could change a demeanor
I it take dreamers and make 'em into believers
Had you Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta to that ace and the cleaners