Luyện nghe bài hát Chill & Hussle

Verse {lil' ya}

It's nigga of the block call me the hood mac
to make some snaps so what's the haps?
Do I need the
somebody give me a extra clip?
'cause I'm a need it if these niggas try to
They might try some of that funny shit
If they do, fuckin' wig I'm a split
I'm a get my point 'cause I'm the boss
Walkin' my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With soldiers behind me called the black connection
Bet you dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
You to run if you gun is on safety
Be with the steel if you ever try to face me
Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a
And ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad yo tot your 'k' from the city
Lil' ya just call me the frank nitty
Takin' no pity leavin' yo destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to your coke and all yo boy
Then I the scenery my pockets full of greenery
on my back and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo nigga

Chorus: boy/lil' ya}

Parley is and ok
But I rather and hussle
I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the
Parley is and ok
But I chill and hussle
we got dem flippers for that ass

Verse two: boy}

black and moe I got this shit sold
Cock by my side another homicide
I'm up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw
Try yo luck, I'm a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, when I and get there on the double
nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non
grease I got yo draws down
I'm pased once, I'm comin' back to act a clown
No freakin' out because I'm to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I keep my
Don't give a fuck I it real as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe I spin the bin bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate scope, nope
I ain't no joke see I'm downin' folks
I'm on the real with the bill loc song
I put my stop to all you bee's instantly
Then I vanish hangin' with the
I'm off I'll be right back at you
I'm here to stay now you like a statue
Ya see I'm dumpin' bullets if you try to my set
I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, I'm in a affect
the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, quickly get rid of you
I a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' the yella another unsolved slang
I come to buck you down because I'm a clown
The black is in a position that supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once

Chorus:

Verse

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big
We blowin' up slangin' motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be rockin' up have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money that you
You bitch niggas can't what we put together
No matter the weather I be around with
That four-four in my
Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass
So the cut
Nigga what's happenin' all that gafflin'
Get ready for because you know
I'm bout that daddy ok today
I take a ride my ak
Somebody don ratted out my shop
And told the my chillin' spot
Where I hang at my
Jeopardizin' my
But I got to hussle to my shit tight right?
If it means I to walk the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my are out
Enjoyin' there (where you at tec-9)
I'm rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
Now let's elevate a take it to level
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my keith
Use the that I give you hit me I'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the around me
for me to go down
Player hater's are by the hour
Dope deal sour
Replace the yae with the
Break a quarter key I can't fuck with that
a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the man

{2x}