Luyện nghe bài hát Crimey

Yeah nigga - four muh'fucker
out nigga (Grimey)
Neptunes - nigga nigga (Grimey)
- nigga what nigga (Grimey)
This shit is serious - type (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga nigga (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, nigga nigga (Grimey)
Uh, uh-uh, four nigga (Grimey)
Yo, yo, yo

It's like fuck, it's Tut jewelry, blind fury nigga
I smoke boogies, theory
It's like I'm Malcolm, just the X
These bitches swear they in but it's just the X
act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my
I flip, see I'm the king of the streets
And show how to rhyme on Neptunes' beats
In Miami, Pun shoulda, won the
This year I'll bring the home to his family
Go 'head, and hatin, until you receive
Mad volts in your chest plate, to breathe
See you a hater Star & Buc, nigga what
And fuck Boy, them niggaz just suck
I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, swallow my spit
Wanna drink every I sip

[Chorus: Williams]
Nigga that heat, is bustin off
And the ambulance come, and you off
And the witness like - we don't know dem
Me and my niggaz hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey
Then we resume, hangin with
Then we live in fat and fat ass cars
Then we drive and scream - FUCK the law
Me and my niggaz hey, hey, hey, hey-hey hey

Yo, yo
I with the greatest, upgraded my speech
We Violator violatin, niggaz capiche?
It's like late night on (?) Beach
Drink some river ranches and get at least
Let's have fun wit it, in the Bridge my dunn wit it
had hit records, but we done did it
Pop a collar; see them chicks they to holla N.O.!
You know them hoes already they gotta swallow
Money like Professor - fat as fuck
Four albums; ain't none of it luck
Brad Pitt, Fight shit, fuckin you up
Since you, seem so tense release the
I'm connected, the police my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga I'ma feel more
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel
Money we got it but try and feel more

[Bridge: Williams (Noreaga)]
Type of niggarole, we must be (Grimey)
Toothbrush and rusty guns (Grimey)
Nigga get can't hush me son (Grimey)
Sellin everything they cuff me dunn (Grimey)
93 Ac' fuck a Range (Grimey)
Saliva at the mouth of your nigga (Grimey)
wrap, coke, and doo-rags (Grimey)
Never cleanin up, nigga that (Grimey)

You see we unbreakable, niggaz is uncapable
We 2G nigga we use gats that's
Still smokin, and know how I do it
Keep big shanks, shit'll cut in half your
me and shorty, late night in the park
And gettin so much brains I'm startin to feel
Off Beelzebub, feelin my love with cold
See these fake niggaz, my fists'll niggaz
We labels, now it's time to break niggaz
We labels, now it's time to break niggaz

[Pharell
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Violator - what nigga (Grimey)
shit is serious (Grimey)
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