Luyện nghe bài hát Chill & Hussle

Verse one: ya}

that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make some 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 across I'm the boss
with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some behind me called the black connection
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
don't you miss because if you do I'm a retaliate
And ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city
Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank
Takin' no leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
Then I leave the scenery my pockets of greenery
Blood on my back and no more in my mac
Watch yo back

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

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

Verse two: {yella

Like black and moe I got this shit
Cock diesel by my side homicide
I'm back up on the scenery ya you
I'm from the u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw
Try yo luck, because I'm a mover in the
Yo ass in trouble, when I plot and get there on the
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the
Fully auto amo aimin' at you non
Slickie grease I got yo down
I'm pased once, I'm comin' around to act a clown
No freakin' out because I'm used to this bloody
Everyday and all I keep my heat
give a fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go
I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' flow
Now can you coke with the gate like scope,
I ain't no see I'm straight 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 off I'll be right back at you
I'm here to stay now bitch you like a
Ya see I'm dumpin' if you try to disrespect my set
I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a
the mag ninety, spittin' 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 yella unsolved slang
I come to buck you down I'm a fuckin' clown
The black is in a position that it's to be in
As I the bin once again

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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, protect the that you make
You bitch niggas can't fade we put together
No matter the weather I be ridin' with
four-four in my leather
Two extra clips to make yo bitch ass flips
So the cut
Nigga what's happenin' all that gafflin'
Get for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action daddy ok
I take a with my ak
Somebody don ratted out my shop
And the cops my chillin' spot
I hang at my reservation
my probation
But I got to hussle to keep my tight right?
If it means I have to the streets all
Motherfuckin' night all my are out
Enjoyin' there (where you at tec-9)
I'm slangin' in the motherfuckin' meplh
Now let's a take it to another level
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga
Use the code that I you hit me I'm a hit you
Now picture me ballin' the emenies me
Waitin' for me to go
Player hater's are by the hour
Dope deal sour
the yae with the flour
Break a quarter key down I can't fuck that
Give a ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I love 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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