Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

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

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

1: Conway]
Look, these niggas can't what I create
Boy, I'm great
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The couple stacks I would make with the MAC on my
I could send a package upstate and you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while the wall (huh)
You vagina (pussy)
Have you poked inside the yard, then youngin off (haha..)
Before the signin, I wore designer, y'all
Dog, I swear we cut from a different kind of (facts)
I'm off, wig shot, your brains fly across the street
When I off the heat, then I'm ridin off
Goin to get my dick sucked inside a (haha..)
Put O.G. inside of my cigar (smokin)
Don't my phone if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
it a 1000, I inspire y'all (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 facial image, what spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll a minute... (haha)
I had to you time to think of a name
Cause it take a minute
When I Reject 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas talk tough, I prop up, to see what's with it
Let the Beretta knock the 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 raise the bar, the razor leave your face with scars
Break in your place and all that money in your safe is
You rap ain't safe at all
My youngin niggas chains at the awards
And we skatin off
Empty the sticks like 50 is sprayin off
Kill 'em, double back, hit 'em again, we sure, uh

[Hook: Banks]
Uh, you know the fuck we from, nigga
Sound a murder one.. (pap pap..)
the real niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet

2: Lloyd Banks]
Figured I hit the top with I seen the bottom with
Wrong!
switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, hand me my
off the table bet he won't have a family to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your a counterfeit
Limbs off your counterparts
We're known for breakin' hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the fast
Cruisin, Confederate flags to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be shit, I'm hearing ghosts
Seein' my disappearin' my feelings broke (uhh)
Being will bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your.. 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 felt a thing, my diamonds freezin'
Hate allergic, Valentino for sneezin' (yeah)
Drippin' with passion, I overdosed
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from shit but
Hunger balance nights
Life's a gamble, be damned I throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my show (uhh)
I bet a semi rise'll clear out all the petty
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) Pennywise (uhh)
Them cruel beginnings of grim and Henny eyes
Ghoul and envy cries 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 era, too off for master
Lash your back with own whip
by stronger laughter (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see the of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas in the flesh
From the off the mountain top I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, and the ghetto fried

[Hook: Banks]
Uh, you know where the we from nigga
like a murder one
It's the niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and flares

[Verse 3:
Yo, in my town we got foul habits, .40 cal
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a fashion
Til agents chase us around
They know our faces, but to them, we cases in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to drown sadness
Blame my for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we brown
The dollar 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 cross
I can't believe where the got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan with rock the Globetrotters
We beef out and fold dollars
But I'm still humble from the
We ate the bread with the mold it
And this a feeling you will never feel, flow impressive
And I perform when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers, meals
She fed us with the for the electric bill (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, reckless still
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, a feel
You see, this paper could change a nigga (seen it)
I seen it dreamers and make '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!