Luyện nghe bài hát Cry Now (Shady Remix)

Niggas kill me
Now a gon' get
my cap back
I'm at home
I'm
With my shaft restin' on a ho's
Don Perignon
While sippin' up them newborns
Yeah bet you the news holmes
You probably
on the stoop huh
Sippin' on a
to pop me later huh
When will a hater
I'm too on a song
I weight on the corner
weight to the coroner
When courage make 'em performer
I transform Uma Thurman
A virgin
lettin' a perilous nigga
With no
Continue to walk earth's surface
I was for hip-hop
Branch out my
Ya try to murder this
That's from the same turf as ya
nerves of yous
Pissed because your hussles ain't worth a
I'm rich, I'm on my way to Hugh Hefner's
Dig? With a
You in the trenches to reach it big
On another rapper's
Go on represent where you
you annoyed
But make 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 nigga is on

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
I'll lay his ass out and a Grand Am on him
The city where the weak and the strong die
Where beef collide, shootouts and hit the wrong guy
I done seen the of the worst, and what can be worse
Than a verse about dispersed up in your shirt
The streets is like a curse, frontin' for a bitch
It's you beggin 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 Dirty but the Dozen can fix it
Resist and a will excede the distance
And off one's home, hit and ricochet
Off a kid's trombone to where you niggas lay
Obie can tell you death is just a few inches away
I shed tears but you can get fill of it today

now
now
now
now

Laugh now, cry never, my Beretta is a part
Hit 'em with just enough to make his body art
Now I feel like we
See Creek is to shine a light on you niggas this evenin'
Soon as I get my I'm right on them zeros I'm leavin'
Load up a clip and make it dark on heroes I'm cheesin'
they got snitches on the clock, gotta watch what I sayin'
Me buy a bitch a couple in a watch? Quit playin'
Back on my grizzy my nizzy, ran with me
And for fuckin spectators I brought the band with me
Halftime niggas, and pine you would never grab mine nigga
The doc was lyin' when he said you gon' be nigga

Witness the art of war, in the
Since raw coke was through my umbilical
And no words Ca$h mouth is fiction
Ready to throw clips if, I'm dissin you
My aura raw to the core and the surface
Of the street, when I through the door, my purpose
Is to move up, tools you purp'in
me overthrow the government for my interpret
Plot of Bin Laden, of Mumia
I'm prayin' to Proof, I'm for Jerry Garcia
Talk to my brother, gone in the of the D
I'm totin' the K, and hawk waitin on me
You take the first shot then, Round's on Me
And you walk, on the other side of me, and my brother ride
I rap for the plaques
My signed 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 nigga
I'm born crazed and more famous
Than clappin' down bangers meant, for entertainment,

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

Young Stat 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' an artichoke vegetable, hold stiff
Nigga paralyzed from the neck down, my stick niggas
Turn soldiers to figures, hand on triggers
Real life, killers, we roll out like four-wheelers
God us, from back-stabbers and goldiggers
Tipsy off brown liquor, me
Obnoxious, call me cocky
Poppy dick Stat beat up the box like hockey
Especially when a bitch ride dick like
the Benz, to the Range, to the black jalopy
I'm the shit, the only one who ain't is Foxy
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