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

Quick displayin' ya skills, way ya bills
Spend a day in the field so how you sayin' you
Niggaz could live how I live, you aint deservin'
My lifestyles urban, met me in person

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

cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you seen to picture perfect
Your rose gold king, my tight 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 done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

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

Fuck you niggaz, Dominique dunk you niggaz
Sucker punch aan one of you
I was bein' nice at first now Im through niggaz
Whole crews, not 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 reason why DJs have a clue I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my records well, its hazardous

All this cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my
Bustin' these niggaz melons and 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 fedz in pimp

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

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

You have never known, me to run Im gunnin' at niggaz domes
And runnin' 'em out the own
story got a flip 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, Simpson
Every crack in every alley, sellin' crack to Tom, Dick, and Harry
Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up

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

Pussy cats cant ya dawg
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 to what you rap on stage
Nigga 'cuz I sellin' yay since I was bow wows 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 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 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
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you