Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

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

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

Quick 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

my bread suburban, in a red suburban
On 24s, 20 hoes 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 tight as a cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top,

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 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 one or two niggaz

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

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

King of the south, it was once then
a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, deal a mil, I done, come 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 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

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

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

And Im show you how the Westside do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson
Every crack in 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, at all, Im sprayin' 'em all
Still drop 'em down to size if they say that Im man

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

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 sayin' is young nigga get paid

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

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