Luyện nghe bài hát Certified

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

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

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

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

This Blu 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 it on down and deliver the hook
go

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

See I ain't for all beefin'
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

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

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

Talk greasy on your stop pushin' me hoe
Face 2 turn bitch you lil' 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' less is the streets expect
Got toomp in da kitchen let it and cook
Now Kon it on down and deliver da hook
go

I for all that beefin'
Got niggas to bust your for no reason
Ask around the streets man, I'm
Cross seas, all my are satisfied

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

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

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

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

In the base model 5 but the brabus in
Once I made bacc ends it's the Maybach
Got toomp in da kitchen let it and cook
Now Kon break it on down and da hook
go

I ain't for all that
Got niggas to bust head for no reason
Ask around the 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 around the man, I'm certified
And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your

Akon and
Konvict