Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Now (Remix)

Niggas didn't me
Now a gon' get
Peel my cap
I'm never at
I'm
With my shaft restin' on a tongue
Don Perignon
While she's sippin' up newborns
bet you hate the news holmes
You probably
Sittin' on the huh
on a brew
Plottin' to pop me huh
When will a hater
I'm too on a song
I weight on the corner
Send to the coroner
courage make 'em turn performer
I into Uma Thurman
A dude's
lettin' a perilous nigga
With no
Continue to walk this surface
I was birthed for
Branch out my
Ya try to murder this
That's comin' from the same as ya
What of yous
Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a
I'm gettin' rich, I'm on my way to Hugh
With a bitch
You in the trenches tryin' to it big
On rapper's dick
Go on where you live
Know you
But don't the mistake
I'm state to in that Honda nigga
Not an
I'm in that Honda G4 you will never
And yup it's probably easy when a is on board

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

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

now
now
now
now

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

the art of war, in the physical
Since raw coke was rushed my umbilical
And no words from mouth is fiction
to throw clips if, I'm never dissin you
My aura raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, I walk through the door, my purpose
Is to up, pull tools you purp'in
Watch me overthrow the for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm Searching for Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the of the D
I'm totin' the K, and hawk niggas on me
You take the first shot then, Round's on Me
And when you walk, on the other of me, and my brother ride
I rap for the plaques
My contract's signed just for scratch to get you
Nigga, a gun, with a shank, with a bat
Take a slug the lung, get it right, what you wack nigga
I'm born crazed deranged and more
Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment,

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

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

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