Luyện nghe bài hát Certified

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

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

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

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

This Blu Division I'm da soul of da crew
Honey on ma heels like the soul of my shoe
Got toomp in da kitchen let it and cook
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'
Matter of fact I'm tryin' to chill 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 team who gone fuck 'cause
I'm in the streets nigga fuck da club
I G's bounce and wanna buc da snub
down everythin' you spendin' bucks to plug

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

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

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

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

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

Wats up mama? Wats up?
Wats up lil' Wats up?
up lil' mama? Wats 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 flow so and smooth
on the mic like Easy and Cube

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

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

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

and glasses
Konvict