Luyện nghe bài hát Commission

From solid Purico to stack Fritos
from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand, in the other grands and c-notes
Game got my eyes than a 430 Buggy

No tellin' the fuck I'll do for this money
Stay posted up close killers and cut throats
The thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff
As I cook and cut coke with the soda arm and hammer

hammers
Think you crazy? Nigga, my clique's
Takin' with the mafia
Hittin' niggas for they bricks gracias

The cockiest, obvious, it's me, he, who?
Confront frontin' like, "You want it? Well nigga, me too"
the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
Makin' guns after made yours

I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA
Grin and stand over your like, "Hey you"
Tell the devil I'm comin', it hot
For now I got my eyes on a spot, don't stop

Die for it, the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the
respect it, the commission

Die for it, the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather with the fish'n
Mothafucka it, the commission

I buy and sell bricks with my PD
with the team called BBE
Now if you want to the team you know you must see me
Buy ya talk to FEDS or dick RID

It's a cold world boy, fuck it, I'm colder
Animals on my back my warm, my armor
Frank Lucas persona, warmin' coke up in the
Let me warn ya, trip against my you's a goner

Infact drastic
A couple in the mattress
a safe dick I say fuck taxes
Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie

pays, nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
My vague, will I survive or blow trial?
Lay shot up, Puff in denial
While my enemies smile, buried in style, suits and cufflings
Sneakin' through Heavens customs

Die for it, the stand, lie for it
trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the
Mothafucka it, the commission

Pop, pop, pop, shot, who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't the name
the Caine, to cop the house and the plane
'Til my massacre,

Brains hang from the window of my
the FEDS, two green and one red
Firm tight, the dice in this game of life
suffice

Paper's a
Angels and Angel dust
My team do to avoid layin' in the dust
dollar portraits in my fortress of course it's Po

Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', four hundred slow
Platinum cable, round table, so all the know
I'm takin'
'Cause they coke got too much soda

They say, ain't everything
You fuckin' nigga, it's the only thing
In God we trust, the Holy
I into my enemy's eye
Let 'em know you play fly you go out style

Die for it, the stand, lie for it
Blow trial, get up in the and fry for it
tellin' or snitchin', rather swim with the fish'n
Mothafucka it, the commission

Die for it, the stand, lie for it
trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
Never tellin' or snitchin', rather swim the fish'n'
respect it, the commission