Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

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

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas can't match what I
Boy, I'm great
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The stacks I would make with the MAC on my waist
I could send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the
Thought you was safe while the wall (huh)
You soft (pussy)
you poked inside the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the Shady signin, I designer, y'all
Dog, I we cut from a different kind of cloth (facts)
I'm off, wig shot, your brains fly across the street
When I off the heat, then I'm ridin off
to get my dick sucked inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. inside of my (smokin)
Don't call my phone if you ain't to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I inspire (HAHAHHH..)
I provided y'all classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considerin my image, what nigga spit it the way I spit it?
Think it, I'll wait a minute... (haha)
I had to give you time to think of a
Cause it might a minute
When I dropped 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of your Lakers
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he with Emmitt
it, I'm one of the greatest with it, huh
I raise the bar, flick the razor leave your face with
Break in your and all that money in your safe is ours
You rap niggas ain't at all
My youngin takin niggas chains at the
And we skatin off
the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

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

[Verse 2: Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom
Wrong!
They switched, my circle so small I'm out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, me my monument
Steal off the table bet he won't have a to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your a counterfeit
Limbs off your counterparts
known for breakin' mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the flip
Cruisin, collectin' flags to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearing
Seein' my folks disappearin' my feelings (uhh)
successful will bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for your square
The hand of God off the vertical, smack ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I never a thing, my diamonds freezin'
allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezin' (yeah)
Drippin' with passion, I overdosed
all obstacles, I ain't run from shit but po'-lice
Hunger cold nights
a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my price (uhh)
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty
It bark like a Shepherd, (bike) like Pennywise (uhh)
Them cruel beginnings of grim chronic and Henny
Ghoul vomit and envy cries for in disguise
I your card, make 'em look at you awkward after
Run around on my shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in this era, too off for
Lash your back your own whip
Followed by stronger (yeah)
Look in my and see the struggle of success
The memories of a real niggas here in the flesh
From the view off the mountain top I was
Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the fried

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you where the fuck we from nigga
like a murder one
It's the niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet

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