Luyện nghe bài hát Call 9-1-1

This right is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in
of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta

Just face it, I blaze shit yo shit is basic, my is matrix
Make you shit, niggaz won't say shit, but DJ's you ain't shit
'Cuz you don't play shit, unless that gay shit

I'm straight off the slave ship, my is ancient
I'm and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm dangerous
I came wit language, it's mad, it's brainless
You study at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo bitch

Plus my is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it
After eleven niggaz got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm like fuck it nigga blaze the

Call 9-11, call your reverend
Then Heaven, here I come Lord
by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye when you and die by this war

This right is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in
of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they it gangsta

Yeah, now it's the mornin' the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area it's a gangsta mode
And I'm still in on how I put it down
Emptied round after rat-tat-tat was the sound

Now the situation, it was urgent
We, handled this urgently
I can't just have no out there just workin' me, jerkin' me
Talkin' all of shit, dishin' dirt on me, shit

He was a local nigga sheisty and wanna pay up
So I got dressed in all and loaded the K up
And all I think about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was night, I still fucked his whole day up

It was play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' mack a and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, flew through his apparel
Stupid lost his life over Dinero but

Call 9-11, call your reverend
Then call Heaven, I come Lord
by the gun, die by the gun
An eye for an eye when you live and die by war

This here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz they it gangsta

It safe no fuckin' mo'
I swear on I love, my hood, my momma, my soul
motherfuckin' dub, is hall of bang nigga, I claim nigga
Like PCP to the brain, it's kel runnin my fame nigga

lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip and like a fiend
I tremble, shiver and blow your doam to smithereens
Act up, no actor, starch crease
Dick harder than Viagra, dub your ick backwards

Connect alumni, but the gun bloods and crips
And when we touch down we turn niggaz hoods till the guy grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, 'cuz I'm up in the can
And I a bitch over whether she can blew or all red

The industry most hated, get at us, we ready, dub, mack
And cube like Saddam, Bin and no Jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma go that man again
Grab the gun, them niggaz on one call

This right is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your is in danger
of them strangers, holdin' them flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz keep it gangsta