Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You niggas what's up nigga
play stupid nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

[Verse 1:
Look, these niggas can't match what I
Boy, I'm actually
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The stacks I would make with the MAC on my waist
I could a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was while behind the wall (huh)
You soft (pussy)
you poked inside the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the Shady signin, I wore designer,
Dog, I we cut from a different kind of cloth (facts)
I'm kinda off, wig shot, brains fly across the street
When I off the heat, then I'm ridin off
Goin to get my dick inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. inside of my (smokin)
Don't call my phone if you tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I y'all (HAHAHHH..)
I y'all with classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I started out raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considerin my facial image, what spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll 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 with it
Niggas talk tough, I up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta the letters of your Lakers fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it he played with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the with it, huh
I the bar, flick the razor leave your face with scars
Break in your place and all that money in your is ours
You rap niggas safe at all
My youngin takin chains at the awards
And then we off
Empty the like 50 shots is sprayin off
'em, double back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

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

2: Lloyd Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom
Wrong!
They switched, my so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
of a giant, hand me my monument
Steal off the table bet he won't have a family to it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your baby a
Limbs knocked off counterparts
We're known for breakin' hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the flip
Cruisin, collectin' Confederate to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearing
Seein' my folks disappearin' my broke (uhh)
Being successful will bring 'em to tears
your.. threats off the wire, buggin' out's my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for your square
The of God off the vertical, rear'll smack ya (uhh)
at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds freezin'
Hate allergic, Valentino handkerchief for (yeah)
Drippin' passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I run from shit but po'-lice
balance cold nights
Life's a gamble, be damned I don't dice
I'm ten toes spike, as my show price (uhh)
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) Pennywise (uhh)
Them beginnings of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Ghoul vomit and envy for cowards in disguise
I pull your card, make 'em look at you after
Run on my Gorilla 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 eyes and see the of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas here in the
the view off the mountain top I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, and the ghetto fried

[Hook: Banks]
Uh, you where the fuck we from nigga
Sound a murder one
It's the real year
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

[Verse 3:
Yo, in my town we got habits, .40 cal packers
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a fashion
Til agents us around backwards
They our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to drown sadness
Blame my childhood for how I'm
And leave the counter we brown baggin'
The dollar amount stackin', I can see them
count backwards
I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not I'm rich
Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these cross
I can't believe where the 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 from the
We ate the bread with the 'round it
And this a feeling you will feel, flow impressive still
And I perform better 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 a nigga demeanor (seen it)
I seen it take dreamers and make 'em into (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up Ace in the Beamer
But first you gotta to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!