Luyện nghe bài hát Chill & Hussle

Verse {lil' ya}

It's that nigga of the block me the hood mac
Down to make some 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
They might even try some of that shit
If they do, fuckin' wig I'm a split
I'm a get my point 'cause I'm the boss
with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black
Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some fly
You bests to run if you gun is on
Be handy with the steel if you try to face me
Nigga don't you because if you do I'm a retaliate
And ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
Don't get mad yo tot your 'k' from the city
Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the nitty
Takin' no pity yo city destroyed
Bustin' yo door to take 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: {tec-9/yella ya}

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

Verse {yella boy}

Like black and moe I got this shit
Cock diesel by my side 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 you can beat me to the draw faw?
Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the
Yo ass in trouble, when I and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the nigga hit the block
Fully auto amo at you non stop
grease I got yo draws down
I'm pased once, I'm back around to act a clown
No freakin' out because I'm to this bloody streak
Everyday and all night I my heat
Don't give a fuck I play it as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets
Now can you coke with the gate scope, nope
I ain't no joke see I'm straight folks
I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc
I put my stop to all you bee's instantly
Then I vanish with the spanish
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 you, quickly try'na get rid of you
I catch a put yo ass in pain
Fuckin' with the yella another slang
I come to buck you down I'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a position it's supposed to be in
As I spin the bin once

{2x}

Verse

I got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
We blowin' up this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be rockin' up slab have the in my hood
it good, protect the money that you make
You bitch niggas fade what we put together
No matter the weather I be around with
That four-four in my
Two clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
So the cut
Nigga happenin' with all that gafflin'
Get for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that daddy ok today
I take a ride my ak
don ratted out my rock shop
And the cops my chillin' spot
I hang at my reservation
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 slangin' rocks in the meplh
Now elevate a take it to another level
Work it off the flowin' from my nigga keith
Use the code that I 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
the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key I can't fuck with that
Give a nigga ounce of that furl and I can with that
I would to go out and parley with my homies
but I got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man

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