Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

it is the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and building, still rappin' to
Jeopardizin' ya deals, buyin' ya wheels
Like its back when we was lil' and its time to kill

displayin' ya skills, way underpayin' ya bills
Spend a day in the field so how you you real
Niggaz could never how I live, you aint deservin'
My urban, never met me in person

my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24s, 20 givin' head, Im swervin'
Fuck boys piss pants, scared and nervous
Im shell-shocked, black out like I in the service

cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I the top, nigga

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do I want to
I aint gotta confront you, Ill kill you if I to
Roam amongst monsters, homes and front you
That lil' nigga he bad, eat him for lunch too

Fuck you niggaz, Dominique dunk you niggaz
punch aan one of you niggaz
I was nice at first now Im runnin' through niggaz
Whole crews, not just one or two

'Cuz you representin' the south, you just embarassin'
See you on TV in New York, niggaz laugh at us
The reason why DJs have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my records well, its hazardous

All cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my character
Bustin' niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin' and

King of the south, it was once then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all in
On the low, deal a mil, I aint done, again
Room dead, fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

live from the terror dome
Shinin' on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have known, is 28 in the zone
Give me a day and gone, a brick of yay and its on

You have known, me to run less Im gunnin' at niggaz domes
And runnin' 'em out the own
story got a flip side to it
And ya disc aint shit the click ride to it

And Im gonna show you how the do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Valley
crack in every alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, I tally up

A big knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz all that I got
Im not, at all, Im sprayin' 'em all
Still drop 'em down to size if they say Im small man

Pussy cats cant worry ya
Throwin' at the throne, Im a bury ya all man
Know ya faggot niggaz hate that Im
Makin' 30k a day and it all at the mall

And man I cant relate to what you rap on
Nigga 'cuz I been sellin' yay since I was bow age nigga
Hear my and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all they is young nigga get paid

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you