Luyện nghe bài hát Countdown

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

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

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

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

cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin
The closest thang you hoes seen to perfect
Your gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top,

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 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 monsters, kill homes and front you
lil' nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for lunch too

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

you ain't representin' 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 my records well, hell its hazardous

All cussin', fussin', loud discussions out of my character
these niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
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 aint done, come
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 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' from the terror dome
lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I ever known, is 28 in the zone
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 'em out the own territory
story got a flip side to it
And ya disc shit less the click ride to it

And Im gonna show you how the do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson
Every crack in every alley, sellin' crack to Tom, Dick, and Harry
Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, I tally 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 down to size if they say that Im man

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

And man I relate to what you rap on stage
Nigga I been sellin' yay since I was bow wows age nigga
Hear my daddy and talkin' to me from the grave
And all sayin' is young nigga get paid

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

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