Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Now (Remix)

Niggas kill me
Now a niggas get
my cap back
I'm at home
I'm
With my shaft on a ho's tongue
Don Perignon
While she's up them newborns
bet you hate the news holmes
You somewhere
on the stoop huh
Sippin' on a
Plottin' to pop me huh
will a hater learn
I'm too great on a
I push weight on the
weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em performer
I transform Uma Thurman
A dude's
Verses lettin' a perilous
With no
Continue to walk earth's surface
I was for hip-hop
Branch out my
Ya try to this nigga
That's comin' the same turf as ya
nerves of yous
Pissed because your ain't worth a shit
I'm rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? a bitch
You in the tryin' to reach it big
On another dick
Go on represent you live
you annoyed
But don't the mistake
I'm state to state in that nigga
Not an
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never
And yup it's easy when a nigga is on board

now, cry now
now, cry now
now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now

I'll be damned if I let a nigga lay his on me
lay his ass out and park a Grand Am on him
The city the weak survive and the strong die
Where beef collide, happen and hit the wrong guy
I done seen the worst of the worst, and can be worse
Than a verse about bullets dispersed up in your
The is like a curse, niggas frontin' for a bitch
It's like you to die like bear huntin with a switch
A part of my heart is gone, I can smile the same
Trigger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame
Detroit is hella Dirty but the can fix it
Resist and a biscuit excede the distance
And bounce off one's home, hit and
Off a kid's trombone to where you niggas lay
Obie can tell you that death is just a few away
I tears but you can get your fill of it today

now
now
now
now

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a body
Hit 'em with just enough to make his body art
Now I feel like we
See is here to shine a light on you niggas this evenin'
Soon as I get my call I'm right on them zeros I'm
Load up a clip and make it dark on heroes I'm cheesin'
Shit they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch I sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple in a watch? Quit playin'
on my grizzy my nizzy, nobody ran with me
And for fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas, and grab pine you never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin' he said you gon' be fine nigga

Witness the art of war, in the
Since raw coke was rushed my umbilical
And no words Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to clips if, I'm never dissin you
My awards raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, when I walk the door, my purpose
Is to move up, tools you purp'in
Watch me the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm Searching for Garcia
to my brother, gone in the streets of the D
I'm totin' the K, and niggas waitin on me
You take the first shot then, Second on Me
And you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I don't rap for the
My contract's just for scratch to get you wacked
Nigga, with a gun, a shank, with a bat
Take a slug through the lung, get it right, what you wack
I'm born deranged and more famous
Than clappin' down meant, for entertainment, geah

now, cry now
now, cry now
now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now

Stat keep the gat on tuck
Want war, I don't a fuck
Shot 'til you kiss, up
It'll lift him up, believe me you'll
The result is your heartbroke
Lookin' like an artichoke vegetable, stiff
paralyzed from the neck down, my goons stick niggas
Turn soldiers to figures, hand on triggers
Real life, born killers, we out like four-wheelers
God shill us, from and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, me
Obnoxious, call me cocky
Poppy long Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick jockeys
From the Benz, to the Range, to the jalopy
I'm the shit, the only one who heard is Foxy
Formalize the plan, no man can me
hog, Stat Quo understand, you copy?
(You copy?)

now, cry now
now, cry now
now, cry now
Cryyyyy now, cry now