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 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

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

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

Just my suburban, in a red suburban
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 George
The closest thang you hoes to picture perfect
Your rose king, my ring 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 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

I treat the beats the streets, on 'em, I do what I want to
I aint gotta 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, slam dunk you niggaz
punch aan one of you niggaz
I was bein' nice at first now Im runnin' through
crews, not just one or two niggaz

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

All this cussin', fussin', discussions out of my character
Bustin' these niggaz melons and 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 once
Took a to comprehend, now it all sunk 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 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

Comin' live from the terror
Shinin' lights on niggaz who got 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 never known, me to run less Im gunnin' at niggaz domes
And 'em out the own territory
Every story got a 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, Valley
crack 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 down to size if they say that Im man

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

And man I cant relate to you rap on stage
'cuz I been sellin' yay since I was bow wows age nigga
Hear my daddy and cousin talkin' to me 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 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