Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

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

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

1: Conway]
Look, these niggas can't match what I
Boy, I'm actually
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the (aaahh)
The stacks I would make with the MAC on my waist
I send a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while behind the (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 kinda off, wig shot, your brains fly the street
I fire off the heat, then I'm ridin off
Goin to get my sucked inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. of my cigar (smokin)
Don't call my phone if you tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
it a 1000, I inspire y'all (HAHAHHH..)
I provided with classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my face is
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 of a name
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 it when he played 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 place and all money in your safe is ours
You rap ain't safe at all
My youngin niggas chains at the awards
And we skatin off
Empty the sticks 50 shots is sprayin off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' 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, tears and bullet

[Verse 2: Banks]
Figured I hit the top with those I seen the bottom
Wrong!
switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, 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
We're known for mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of patience debatin', die for the flip
Cruisin, collectin' flags to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be shit, I'm hearing ghosts
Seein' my folks disappearin' my broke (uhh)
Being successful will bring 'em to tears
Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' out's my Factor
Uh.. 30 for your square rapper
The hand of God off the vertical, rear'll ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds
Hate allergic, handkerchief for sneezin' (yeah)
with passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from but po'-lice
Hunger cold nights
a gamble, be damned I don't throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, high as my show (uhh)
I bet a rise'll clear out all the petty vibes
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) Pennywise (uhh)
cruel beginnings of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Ghoul vomit and envy cries for in disguise
I pull your card, make 'em look at you after
Run around on my Gorilla shit, and toss it at ya
I was to be on in this era, too off for master
Lash your with your own whip
Followed by laughter (yeah)
Look in my and see the struggle of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas in the flesh
From the view off the mountain top I was
Medicine for maniacs, and the ghetto fried

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

3: Benny]
Yo, in my town we got foul habits, .40 cal
Hustlers plow cash and in a wild fashion
Til chase us around backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a cabinet
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this I bought to drown sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the then we brown baggin'
The dollar amount stackin', I can see them
Hustlers count
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing like these dressers
I believe where the flow got us
I kept the whole profit, got a plan rock like the Globetrotters
We beef out and fold dollars
But I'm humble from the days
We ate the bread with the 'round it
And a feeling you will never feel, flow impressive still
And I perform when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers, meals
She fed us with the cash for the bill (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless
I hit the hood just to chill, the old days, catch 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 Ace in the Beamer
But you gotta relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!