Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

Five, four, three, two, 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

What it is the king back in the
Still and building, still rappin' to children
ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels
Like its back when we was lil' and its still time to

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

Just my suburban, in a red suburban
On 24s, 20 hoes head, Im swervin'
Fuck boys they pants, scared and nervous
Im shell-shocked, black out like I been in the

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

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 when I see you

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

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

'Cuz you ain't the south, you just embarassin'
See you on TV in New York, them niggaz at us
The why DJs didnt have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my records well, hell its

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

King of the south, it was said once
Took a while to comprehend, now it all in
On the low, deal a mil, I aint done, again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the 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 when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

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

You never known, me to run less Im gunnin' at niggaz domes
And runnin' 'em out the own
Every story got a side to it
And ya aint shit less the click ride to it

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

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

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

And man I cant relate to what you rap on
Nigga 'cuz I sellin' yay since I was bow wows age nigga
my daddy and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all sayin' 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 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