Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

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

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

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

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

Clean cut and reserved, but I tote Garvin
The closest thang you seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a cop
dream 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 done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

I the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do what I want to
I aint gotta confront you, Ill you if I want to
Roam amongst monsters, kill 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 bein' nice at first now Im through niggaz
crews, not just one or two niggaz

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

All this cussin', fussin', discussions out of my character
Bustin' these niggaz melons and threatnin' all of managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
Gorillaz wit bananaz, playin' and banishin'

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

Comin' live from the terror
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 gone, a brick of yay and its on

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

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

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

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

And man I relate to what you rap on stage
Nigga 'cuz I been yay since I was bow wows age nigga
my daddy 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 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 when I see you