Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

Straight up, last minute, you what time it is?
up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, up, blip blip blap blap blap
up?

Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em
There go, here we go
Who don't know? They don't know, let 'em know
There go, here we go

Aiyo, aiyo Clientele Kidd layin' in the crib gettin' ill
Those who 8 hours get gig got rugby's on and
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the was his
One unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch

Then minutes later they burglars
I heard from the grapevine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta and his game went up
And now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and

Go against it and it's instant
He run things, gun kings
the joint, the kid flyin' in
Crib in with two lions

Somethin' like the prince of a jewel thief, so the millions
Came back, wrapped it up, too
The game is somethin' unique
I put too much to fall on, I rather just sleep

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
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Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

Yeah uh, yo Don Carta' harder over nearly everybody
Very rarely you find me the mini-shotti
Just waitin' for Rae to me the cue and
You see about 100 Rican niggaz shootin'

Nigga get down, lay down, we don't around
I don't what you heard but we don't play around
It's cooked but look, but what the fuck happened?
How you leave the dope game to pursue

Already that ya shit was trash
Breathin' hard on the mic yo' click is ass
All we tryin' to do is bring to rap
And you me? I'm literally the epitome of that

Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the
My set it when we get in the yard
Whether or Comstock, triggers 'pon cock
Straight punch in ya and you niggaz gon' drop

(Chef)
We designin', with Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on
(Chef)
To the death and he climbin'

Yo yo yo, shoot him in his
Fuck him, get the tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then his ass
As lame as he look he ready to

And he for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty
The first we made him eat shit
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his
Made him watch me on the couch havin' fun his kids

So now what more? Is it me showin' love to ya fam
Or you in the box laid under the
Or you alive blow torchin' ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my walls

Not even Ajax can that, Jack
We need that man shit that kill
That greasy blood on contact, finish you off I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em will be next to die,

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(Chef)
We designin', with Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on
(Chef)
To the and he Billboard climbin'

Who don't They don't know, betta let 'em know
There go, here we go
Who don't They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, we go

Who don't know? They know, betta let 'em know
they go, here we go
Who don't They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, we go