Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

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

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

Aiyo, aiyo Clientele Kidd layin' in the crib gettin' ill
Those who 8 get gig got rugby's on and 4/5ths
Attractin' niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty unit of murderers, all of Goons'll watch

Then four later they burglars
I from the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the up, this gift gotta reign and his game went up
And now he's stronger ever, Nike jackets and Classics

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

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

(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'

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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

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

And he for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirsty
The first week we 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 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 maintenance man shit that
That greasy on contact, finish you off 'cuz I'm pressed for time
man and 'em will be next to die, motherfucker

(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 gave niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

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

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