Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You know what's up nigga
play stupid nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go time

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas can't what I create
Boy, I'm great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the (aaahh)
The couple stacks I make with the MAC on my waist
I could a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe behind the wall (huh)
You soft (pussy)
Have you poked inside the yard, then youngin off (haha..)
the Shady 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 sucked inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. inside of my (smokin)
Don't call my if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I y'all (HAHAHHH..)
I provided y'all with classics, the hardest tape since '94
But I started out raw
Okay, I get it, my face is
But considerin my image, what nigga spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll a minute... (haha)
I had to give you time to of a name
Cause it take a minute
When I dropped Reject 2, I made a with it
Niggas talk tough, I up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of Lakers 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, flick the leave your face with scars
in your place and all that money in your safe is ours
You rap ain't safe at all
My youngin takin niggas chains at the
And we skatin off
Empty the sticks like 50 shots is off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you know where the we from, nigga
Sound a murder 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 with
Wrong!
They switched, my so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, me my monument
Steal off the bet he won't have a family to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your a counterfeit
knocked off your counterparts
We're known for breakin' mama (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the flip
Cruisin, Confederate flags to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm ghosts
Seein' my folks my feelings broke (uhh)
Being successful will bring 'em to tears
Keep your.. threats off the wire, out's my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for your rapper
The of God off the vertical, rear'll smack 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 cold
Life's a gamble, be damned I don't dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my price (uhh)
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the vibes
It like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like Pennywise (uhh)
Them cruel beginnings of grim chronic and Henny
Ghoul vomit and 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 meant to be on in era, too off for master
Lash your back with your own
by stronger laughter (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see the struggle of
The memories of a hundred real here in the flesh
the view off the mountain top I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the ghetto

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

3: Benny]
Yo, in my we got foul habits, .40 cal packers
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a fashion
Til agents us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we cases in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this watch I to drown sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we brown
The amount stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers backwards
I'm somewhat in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these dressers
I can't believe the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan with rock like the
We beef out and fold dollars
But I'm still humble from the
We ate the bread the mold 'round it
And this a feeling you will never feel, flow still
And I perform better the pressure build
Single readin' hustlers, stretchin' meals
She fed us with the cash for the electric (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth still
I hit the hood to chill, like the old days, catch a feel
You see, this could change a nigga demeanor (seen it)
I seen it take dreamers and make 'em into (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!