Luyện nghe bài hát Commission

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

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

Palmin'
Think you crazy? Nigga, my bananas
Takin' with the mafia
Hittin' niggas for they like gracias

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

I'm by the NRA, DOA rules
Grin and stand over your like, "Hey you"
Tell the I'm comin', keep 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
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 with the
respect it, the commission

I buy and bricks with my nigga PD
Down with the team BBE
Now if you want to the team you know you must see me
Buy ya can't talk to FEDS or 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 my team you's a goner

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

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

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
Mothafucka respect it, the

Pop, pop, pop, warning shot, to blame
mothafucka, don't forget the name
Stretch the Caine, to cop the and the plane
my massacre, slain

Brains from the window of my Range
Fuck the FEDS, two and one red
tight, hold the dice in this game of life
Aces

a must
Fallen Angels and dust
My do dirt to avoid layin' in the dust
Million dollar portraits in my of course it's Po

Bloodstainin', aeroplanin', hundred horses slow
cable, round table, so all the bosses know
I'm takin'
'Cause they got too much bakin' soda

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

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

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