Luyện nghe bài hát Crimey

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

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

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

Yo, yo
I alternated the greatest, upgraded my speech
We violatin, y'all niggaz capiche?
It's unsafe like late night on (?)
Drink some river and get slurped 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 like to N.O.!
You know them hoes already know gotta swallow
like Nutty Professor - fat as fuck
Four gold albums; ain't of it luck
Brad Pitt, Fight Club shit, you up
Since you, seem so tense the mutts
I'm connected, the police my cuffs
Call me Fillmore, naw nigga cause I'ma feel
Nigga this my year, you gonna feel
Money we got it but try and feel more

[Bridge: Williams (Noreaga)]
Type of niggarole, we be dunns (Grimey)
Toothbrush shanks and guns (Grimey)
Nigga get popped can't me son (Grimey)
Sellin everything they cuff me dunn (Grimey)
93 Ac' fuck a Range (Grimey)
Saliva at the mouth of your nigga (Grimey)
Reynolds wrap, coke, and (Grimey)
cleanin up, nigga screw that (Grimey)

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

[Pharell
Hey, hey, hey, hey

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