Luyện nghe bài hát Certified

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

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

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

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

This Blu Division I'm da soul of da crew
Honey girls on ma heels like the of my shoe
Got in da kitchen let it simmer and cook
Now Kon break it on and deliver the 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 for all that beefin'
Matter of fact I'm tryin' to with the squeezin'
Ask the hood, man, I'm certified
And I'd hate to to put a bullet in your mind

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

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

Talk greasy on your records stop me hoe
2 face 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 streets

One of few rappers that the streets respect
And plaques and less is what the streets expect
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 to bust your head for no reason
Ask the streets man, I'm certified
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 bullet in your

Wats up lil' mama? 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
bars, nigga hot for puttin' gloccs in ya mouth
Fuck bars, it's the flow so and smooth
on the mic like Easy and Cube

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

In the base 5 but the brabus in line
I made bacc ends it's the Maybach Benz
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 head for no
Ask the streets man, I'm certified
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 in your mind

and glasses
Konvict