Luyện nghe bài hát Chill & Hussle

Verse {lil' ya}

It's that nigga of the block me the hood mac
Down to make snaps so what's the haps?
Do I the strap?
Will somebody give me a extra
'cause I'm a need it if niggas try to trip
might even try some of that funny shit
If they do, they wig I'm a split
I'm a get my point across I'm the boss
Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel off pump
some 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 if you do I'm a retaliate
And ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad because yo tot 'k' from the city
ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty
Takin' no pity yo city destroyed
down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I leave the my pockets full of greenery
Blood on my and no more bullets in my mac
Watch yo back

{tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya}

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

Verse two: boy}

Like and moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another
I'm up on the scenery ya bitch you
I'm from the u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
Now if you you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the
Yo ass in trouble, I plot and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', the real nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non
Slickie I got yo draws down
I'm pased once, I'm comin' around to act a clown
No freakin' out I'm used to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I my heat
Don't a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go
I no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope,
I ain't no joke see I'm downin' folks
I'm on the real the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna instantly
Then I vanish with the spanish
I'm ducked off I'll be right at you
I'm here to stay now bitch you like a
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
With the mag ninety, at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, try'na get rid of you
I a drain put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' with the another unsolved slang
I come to buck you because I'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a that it's supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once

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three:{tec-9}

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big
We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' shit
We be rockin' up have the money in my hood
Keep it good, the money that you make
You niggas can't fade what we put together
No the weather I be ridin' around with
That in my leather
Two clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So the cut
Nigga what's happenin' with all gafflin'
Get for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action ok today
I a ride with my ak
don ratted out my rock shop
And told the my chillin' spot
I hang at my reservation
Jeopardizin' my
But I got to hussle to keep my tight right?
If it means I to walk the streets all
night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' selves (where you at tec-9)
I'm rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
Now elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper from my nigga keith
Use the that I give you hit me I'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies me
Waitin' for me to go
Player hater's are created by the
deal gone sour
Replace the yae the flour
Break a quarter key down I can't fuck with
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with
I would love to go out and parley with my
but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man

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