Luyện nghe bài hát C2G

(featuring Restless)

Its the illness on
Yo hit me

Youngn'
Joe
Armin', T.S
Patterson, B-X
UP!

Boy, look what you started now
Ain't no stopping this or calming it
let me catch one of you fools out of pound
Heart is cold, be in war from the motherfucking to the grave
Man, look what you done now
no stopping this or calming it down
Don't let me catch one of you fools out of
is cold, be in war from the motherfucking cradle to the grave

1]
Cowards en all this anger and hatred
Gon' make me abrasion my attitude is very impatient
Nigga crossed me, first thing I wanna do is him
Yea he to be my dog, but fuck a relation
Once he get and fame, everybody starts aging
Shit ain't no the same, your own niggaz be hatin'
Can't see another brother
So you backstab 'em just to see how long bleed
But I'm a strong man, always told me never fear no man
That's why I'm up on both hands
And never love a bitch, hell naw I can't a bitch
Fuck 'em and leave 'em, the way you thug a bitch
It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of
And I'm just too stuck in my (You hear me?)
Its how a nigga was raised, with a full of rage
And I'm just too stuck in my ways (So y'all)

2]
Dog I came here to prove wackness
of useless bastards always frontin', moving backwards
This is hardcore, no acoustic classic
Nigga swift for anything reserving using a
Competition 'em in line, cause without permission
I'm mine, occupation scramble and grind
Stop your facing, shank you with
You're missing a soldier, operation declined
I'm a optician, with a vision to shine
A hundred steps of y'all, ain't no getting behind
Say what I choose 'cause I payed my dues
Came from an error of pain and terror, of rainy weather
I learned to survive the hatred and lies
That's why from far away, I can spot a snake in
And believe me dog we ain't scared, hope you came
Straight Strong-Armin, nigga we play fair

[Verse 3 - Fat
B-X, T.S
Ya me?
Rest
Uh, yo, yo
Gear up, you to fear us
One move and get paw-pierced up
Drinking one high loop, man I bang you in the club
Drain the out your stomach and replace it with blood
You wish us to hell we too real
Selling two mills and ain't afraid to pull steal
Ready ain't concerned with y'all
I'm too big too strong for
And I came too long for y'all, ya Pun
Takes years to earn a pair of Terror balls
Heard you want it with us, a fatal mistake
Been blazing the game since fourth-aides
is king, man the city is mine
And I ain't got no problem bidding with +Shyne+
Here's the real deal homie, stakes is
at the mirror man I bet you hate your life (Mu'fucker)