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 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

What it is the back in the buildin'
stackin' and building, still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' ya wheels
Like its back we was lil' and its still 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 hoes givin' head, Im
Fuck boys piss they pants, and nervous
Im shell-shocked, black out like I in the service

cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest you hoes seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my tight as a virgin cop
dream I stopped fo I seen 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 done 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 what I to
I gotta confront you, Ill kill you if I want to
amongst monsters, kill homes and front you
That lil' nigga he bad, eat him for lunch too

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

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

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 then
Took a while to comprehend, now it all in
On the low, deal a mil, I done, come again
dead, scene 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 dome
Shinin' lights on niggaz who got they skirts on 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
Every story got a side to it
And ya disc shit less the click ride to it

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

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

Pussy cats cant worry ya
Throwin' at the throne, Im a bury ya all man
ya faggot niggaz hate that Im ballin'
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 I was bow wows age nigga
my daddy and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all they sayin' is young nigga get

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 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