Luyện nghe bài hát Cloze Ya Doorz

To each his own, I'ma have this known the door
I make niggaz walk like four
Y'all game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
Around the clock, I'm bound to drop (stop)
You ain't know I'm girl, youse a Wannabe
Like the Spice Girls, you betta twice girl
I'm untry-able,
Won't be held liable for givin knots untie-able
R-O-Z, recognize my
Rap G.I. Jane rockin' colorful wide
Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na
Don't play I coach and players
In Da Bricks, get your popped locked and stolen
Step I'm holdin', bitches be rollin'
Ghetto style, I'ma stay ripper
to get cash out the ass like a stripper

Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the
Fuck takin' over cities, we conquered galaxies and
I was put here to crush CD's and tapes
Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin' in checkmate
with this, we takin' over the spot
I don't like to, but I will to the glock
The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but it
It's when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
Talkin' bout you to rob niggaz with pump shotties
I know you love club nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin' screened like a short
And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut bastard ass
You got mind control over me like Deebo but you my friend
Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be again
But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to with you
Now what if I put your ass in a headlock and fall witchu

Yo niggaz, your windows and close ya doorz
Comin' straight from Da Brick

Yo niggaz, shut your windows and ya doorz
straight from Da Brick City

Your bitch said aliens her and her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we up as Martians
When I, crack a brew it's else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two to avenue to battle you
Your style get ate like italian
Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of
Y'all can open up wide and suck this
None of y'all niggaz can't with Bricks
While you scrubbin' dishes, we Swishers
Fuckin' women ends up in the Benz with switches
We cop sixty-three
One from spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my niggaz in Bricks
While y'all clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus your main honey us
Slip her bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us

Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem
we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
At shows we so tight we flow it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell em that dough like

D. Don, I mine, and stay gettin' it
My mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin' it
Check my shine, iced out like your pendant
V.I.P. nigga, hustlin' and spendin'
Got bitches trickin' to get with me
Got police, flock tryin to cop from me
How many pouns you want, how many you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop nigga
I trees, niggaz know me, for bein' low key
hustler from A.C.

I'm steady shittin' on hoes, Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump straight in the Lex offa New transit
Let my man spit that Don
spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit
It's that hot like Busta Bust got
Plus I bust glock, on pussies I not
They get blown, burned like on cell phone
Bring the to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
And you dead gone when my squad around
We hella from Isabella to Downtown