Luyện nghe bài hát Certified

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

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

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

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

Blu Division bitch 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 down and the hook
go

I ain't for all that
Got to bust your head for no reason
Ask around the streets, man, I'm
seas all my customers are satisfied

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

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

I was a little pissed I didn't sign with Jay
A mil plus couple months feelin' fine
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 face turn bitch you pussies expose
You a mark I'm a G so u pop ya checc
You can buy any car but not the respect

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

I ain't for all that
Got to bust your head for no reason
Ask around the man, I'm certified
Cross seas, all my are satisfied

See I for all that beefin'
Matter of fact I'm tryin' to with the squeezin'
Ask around the hood man, I'm
And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your

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

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

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

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

I ain't for all beefin'
Got niggas to bust head for no reason
Ask around the streets man, I'm
Cross all my customers are satisfied

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

and glasses
Konvict