Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You niggas know what's up
Don't stupid nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas can't what I create
Boy, I'm actually
Homie, I used to cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The couple stacks I would make the MAC on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the
Thought you was safe while behind the (huh)
You vagina (pussy)
you poked inside the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the signin, I wore designer, y'all
Dog, I swear we cut from a different of cloth (facts)
I'm kinda off, wig shot, your brains fly across the
I fire off the heat, then I'm ridin off
Goin to get my dick sucked inside a (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. of my cigar (smokin)
Don't call my if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I inspire (HAHAHHH..)
I provided y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considerin my facial image, nigga spit it the way I spit it?
about it, I'll wait a minute... (haha)
I had to give you to think of a name
Cause it might a minute
When I dropped Reject 2, I made a statement it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your fitted
bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the with it, huh
I raise the bar, the razor leave your face with scars
Break in your place and all that in your safe is ours
You rap niggas safe at all
My youngin niggas chains at the awards
And we skatin off
the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we sure, uh

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you know where the fuck we from,
like a murder one.. (pap pap..)
It's the niggas year
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

[Verse 2: Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I the bottom with
Wrong!
They switched, my circle so small I'm out of it (damn)
of a giant, hand me my monument
Steal off the table bet he won't have a family to count it (nah)
ass nigga, sign your baby a counterfeit
Limbs knocked off your
known for breakin' mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the fast
Cruisin, collectin' Confederate flags to my ass with (nigga)
Had to be shit, I'm hearing ghosts
Seein' my folks disappearin' my feelings (uhh)
Being successful will 'em to tears faster
your.. threats off the wire, buggin' out's my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for your rapper
The hand of God off the vertical, rear'll ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I never a thing, my diamonds freezin'
Hate allergic, Valentino handkerchief for (yeah)
with passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run shit but po'-lice
Hunger balance nights
a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, as my show price (uhh)
I bet a semi rise'll out all the petty vibes
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like (uhh)
Them cruel beginnings of grim chronic and eyes
vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise
I pull your card, make 'em at you awkward after
Run around on my shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was to be on in this era, too off for master
your back with your own whip
Followed by stronger (yeah)
Look in my and see the struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas here in the
the view off the mountain top I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the fried

Lloyd Banks]
Uh, you know where the fuck we from
Sound like a one
the real niggas year
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

3: Benny]
Yo, in my we got foul habits, .40 cal packers
plow cash and trap in a wild fashion
Til agents chase us backwards
know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the then we brown baggin'
The amount stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers count
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
I'm certified, I'm nothing like these cross dressers
I believe where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a with rock like the Globetrotters
We straighten out and fold dollars
But I'm still humble the days
We ate the bread with the mold it
And a feeling you will never feel, flow impressive still
And I better when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers, stretchin'
She fed us with the cash for the electric (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth still
I hit the just to chill, like the old days, catch a feel
You see, this paper could change a demeanor (seen it)
I seen it take dreamers and 'em into believers (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up like Ace in the
But first you relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!