Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

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

Who don't know? don't know, betta let 'em know
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Who don't They don't know, betta let 'em know
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Aiyo, aiyo Clientele Kidd layin' in the crib gettin' ill
who 8 hours get gig got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' them niggaz I go against, the was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all of Goons'll watch

Then four minutes later they
I heard the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's than ever, Nike jackets and Classics

Go it and it's instant vendettas
He run things, gun down
Check the joint, the kid in
Crib in Africa two lions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo yo, him in his mouth
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he to cook

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

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

Not even Ajax can that, Jack
We that maintenance 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' Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he climbin'

(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

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

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