Luyện nghe bài hát Certified

Up front, Akon and
Konvict music, and glasses
G.

Niggaz spit fairytale G issue the
Not Jeezy but I sold my issue of cracc
Not Weezy but Malone got dat music
And them hustlers use it, customers to it

Went 2 to 300 got the Mexicans down
Hundred crip, hundred bloods, Mexicans now
Hundred in the clip, man, who wanna get dumb
With the New Pres on these A town drums

With the New West Pres daddy the play
And we saccin' rappers, niggas call it a day
south call um choppers home call it a Kay
Either way come and haul um away

This Blu Division I'm da soul of da crew
Honey girls on ma heels like the of my shoe
Got toomp in da kitchen let it simmer and
Now Kon break it on and deliver the hook
go

I ain't for all beefin'
Got to bust your head for no reason
Ask the streets, man, I'm certified
Cross seas all my customers are

See I ain't for all that
Matter of fact I'm tryin' to chill the squeezin'
Ask around the hood, man, I'm
And I'd to have to put a bullet in your mind

Got da bloods on my team who gone fuck 'cause
I'm heavy in the streets nigga da club
I make G's bounce and wanna buc da
Takin' down you spendin' bucks to plug

I was just a pissed I didn't sign with Jay
A mil plus months feelin' fine today
Mil plus couple blunts they say he runnin' the
And I'm laughin' at you rap runnin' from Suge

greasy on your records stop pushin' me hoe
Face 2 turn bitch you lil' pussies expose
You a mark I'm a G so when u pop ya
You can buy any car but not the respect

One of few gangsta rappers that the streets
And plaques and nothin' less is what the streets
Got toomp in da kitchen let it and cook
Now Kon break it on down and da hook
go

I for all that beefin'
Got to bust your head for no reason
Ask the streets man, I'm certified
seas, all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all beefin'
Matter of fact I'm tryin' to chill with the
Ask around the hood man, I'm
And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your

Wats up lil' mama? up?
up lil' mama? Wats up?
Wats up lil' mama? up?
You won't find nigga spittin' easty-er shit

I'm hot on the West, hot in the
Fuck bars, nigga hot for puttin' gloccs in ya
bars, it's the flow so easy and smooth
Charismatic on the mic Easy and Cube

No attitude the fuck the grind
No whitey in my mix homie me blind
Go hyphy in bitch only problem is time
Cause my Bentley broke but got the properest shine

In the base 5 but the brabus in line
Once I made bacc it's the Maybach Benz
Got in da kitchen let it simmer and cook
Now Kon break it on down and deliver da
go

I for all that beefin'
Got to bust your head for no reason
Ask the streets man, I'm certified
Cross all my customers are satisfied

See I ain't for all that
of fact I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin'
Ask the hood man, I'm certified
And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in mind

and glasses
Konvict