Luyện nghe bài hát Call 9-1-1

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

Just face it, I blaze shit yo is basic, my shit 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 off the slave ship, my style is ancient
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm
I came wit that language, it's mad, brainless
You at Cambridge, I'm fuckin' yo main bitch

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

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

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

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

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

He was a local sheisty and didn't wanna pay up
So I got in all black and loaded the K up
And all I could about is revenge as I lit the J up
And even though it was night, I still fucked his whole day up

It was child's play, the youngster me for a joke
Not knowin' mack a maniac and I the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, shit flew through his
Stupid motherfucker lost his life Dinero but

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

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

It ain't no fuckin' mo'
I on everything 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 like kel runnin my fame

White I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip and like a fiend
I tremble, shiver and them your doam to smithereens
Act up, no actor, starch ragger
harder than Viagra, dub push your ick backwards

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

The industry most hated, nigga get at us, we ready, dub,
And like Saddam, Bin Laden and no Jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go that man
Grab the gun, niggaz on one call 9-1-1

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