Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You niggas know up nigga
Don't play nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go homie

1: Conway]
Look, these niggas can't match I create
Boy, I'm actually
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The couple stacks I would with the MAC on my waist
I could send a package upstate and you stabbed in the face
you was safe while behind the wall (huh)
You soft (pussy)
Have you poked the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the Shady signin, I designer, y'all
Dog, I swear we cut from a different kind of (facts)
I'm kinda off, wig shot, your fly across the street
When I fire off the heat, I'm ridin off
Goin to get my dick inside a loft (haha..)
Put O.G. inside 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 y'all with classics, dropped the hardest since '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my is twisted
But considerin my facial image, what nigga it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll a minute... (haha)
I had to you time to think of a name
it might 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 knock the letters of your Lakers fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he with Emmitt
Admit it, I'm one of the greatest it, huh
I raise the bar, flick the razor leave your with scars
Break in your place and all that in your safe is ours
You rap niggas ain't at all
My youngin takin niggas chains at the
And then we off
Empty the sticks like 50 is sprayin off
'em, double back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you know where the fuck we from,
Sound like a one.. (pap pap..)
the real 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, hand me my
off the table bet he won't have a family to count it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign baby a counterfeit
Limbs knocked off your
We're for breakin' mama hearts (uhh)
Ran out of debatin', die for the fast flip
Cruisin, collectin' Confederate to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm hearing
Seein' my disappearin' my feelings broke (uhh)
Being successful will 'em to tears faster
Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' 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 felt a thing, my freezin'
Hate allergic, handkerchief for sneezin' (yeah)
Drippin' with passion, I twice
Aced all obstacles, I run from shit but po'-lice
Hunger cold nights
Life's a gamble, be damned I throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, as my show price (uhh)
I bet a semi clear out all the petty vibes
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like (uhh)
Them cruel beginnings of chronic and Henny eyes
vomit and envy cries for cowards in disguise
I pull your card, make 'em look at you awkward
Run around on my shit, shittin' and toss it at ya
I was meant to be on in era, too off for master
your back with your own whip
Followed by stronger (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see the of success
The memories of a hundred real niggas in the flesh
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 niggas year
Blood, sweat, tears and bullet

3: Benny]
Yo, in my town we got habits, .40 cal packers
plow cash and trap in a wild fashion
Til agents chase us around
They know our faces, but to them, we just cases in a file
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this watch I bought to sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we brown
The dollar stackin', I can see them numbers
count backwards
I'm somewhat comfy in the bar section, not I'm rich
Cause I'm certified, I'm nothing these cross dressers
I can't believe where the got us
I kept the whole profit, got a with 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 this a you will never feel, flow impressive still
And I better when the pressure build
Single mothers readin' hustlers, meals
She fed us with the cash for the bill (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth still
I hit the hood just to chill, the old days, catch a feel
You see, this paper change a nigga demeanor (seen it)
I seen it take dreamers and make 'em believers (uh huh)
Had you sippin' Ace pullin' up Ace in the Beamer
But you gotta relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!