Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

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

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

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

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

Go against it and it's vendettas
He run things, gun kings
the joint, the kid flyin' in
Crib in Africa 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' Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(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'

Yeah uh, yo Don Carta' bomb harder over everybody
Very you find me without the mini-shotti
Just for Rae to give me the cue and
You see about 100 Rican niggaz shootin'

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

Already knowin' that ya was trash
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 we get in the yard
Whether Marcy or Comstock, triggers 'pon
Straight punch in ya lung and you gon' drop

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

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

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

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

Not even can clean that, Jack
We need that maintenance man that kill
greasy blood on contact, finish you off 'cuz I'm pressed for time
Your man and 'em be next to die, motherfucker

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

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

Who don't They don't 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

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