Luyện nghe bài hát Dangerous Mc's

Yeah, ninety-six, for my Nordstrom Ave
My Fulton Street niggaz, MC's

on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene, l's of green
Ooh-wee, you see, the
Money-hungriest, Loch Ness
Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi'
And the is

Y'all niggaz know the
I blast on niggaz so my fist never
Land-still-cruise, Frank paid his dues
Ask the raw, bet they say Poppa very
forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now everybody Big
Done did it, come widdit, get yo' splitted
Or get your neck slitted, it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got loud, gold tooth shine like ta-dow

Biggie the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions, led to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're something
Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth
At least six inches above fences
Turn meat to minces, turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared park benches
Missed you by pinches, talk is senseless
Actor needs chiropractor for jaw
Yes, I rocked your box
Dangerous you're not I gets
your body round and round, upside down

C'mon, yo, throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me you in the spot
Bump your fists,

Thugs yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's the club, c'mon
Fuck the up, c'mon

yo' nasty ass
And make it all around, c'mon
Yo, this money
yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips,
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
Dangerous
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

Make money, hand over
The bo-vines where chicken hearts don't exist
up shop, it's hands on in the hustle
Fakes don't kill nuttin' but time and don't

The process of elimination, fresh
Come and go and death be starvation
In the of battle, it's no rest for the weary
Snooze and you lose is the

The fury of a patient man is beyond belief
Be afraid, you don't want beef with us
Your is cheap and the supply meets demand
Everything you can is real man

And revenge be the I serve to cats cold
Stay up on about ten folds, you how it goes
You the streets and it's real as shit, c'mon
Niggaz grab dicks, c'mon, bitches rub your tits, c'mon

Throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the
Bump fists, c'mon

tote yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's blow the club,
Fuck the place up,

Shake yo' ass
And it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make money
yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
MC's
My nigga, be the shit, c'mon

Oh no, big Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all your jaw
Break, fool on these bitches while I'm the law
You up in my room, look bitch, you takin' it off, follow me

I slip 'em, slide 'em, rip 'em, 'em, provide 'em
that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
We to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new and shit

I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was dick
Who you think she fuckin' with? Look
My East side lifestyle is way foul, move the
Point a pistol at you niggas, bla dow

How you like me
You got and fucked, Doggy style
100 spokes Day-tonas, the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad are lookin'

C'mon, yo, your hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab tits, c'mon
Let me you in the spot
your fists, c'mon

Thugs yo' shit
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's the club, c'mon
the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And make it all around, c'mon
Yo, make this
Throw yo' on the ground, c'mon

in your whips, c'mon
Bitch, lick yo' lips,
Dangerous
My nigga, this be the shit,

So you lovin' us so much, this is bleedin' through you
If I in a restaurant
I'd shit in the and feed it to you

Most of my niggaz cuckoo, to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggaz won't believe this
Can yo' be chaka, don't let me speak in patois
And you in your face like we playin' a game of soccer

I love to cock the glock-a, up on loot and vodka
And fuck your crew because all of niggaz full of caca
The way we damage, tell me how the fuck you manage
my niggaz who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage

Them niggaz'll you in a manhole
And they hand in yo' ass
And pull yo' head out yo' asshole

Parkay nigga, we all day, nigga
You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay,
This me for all consumers, my nigga the rumors
Three in the worst way of pure for all you drug abusers

Throw hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me know you in the
Bump your fists,

Thugs tote yo'
We 'bout to get mo' rich,
Let's the club, c'mon
Fuck the up, c'mon

yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make this
Throw yo' loot on the ground,

Bounce in whips, c'mon
Bitch, yo' lips, c'mon
MC's
My nigga, this be the shit,

Yo, your hands, c'mon
Bitch, grab your tits,
Let me know you in the
Bump your fists,

Thugs yo' shit
We to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's the club, c'mon
the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' ass
And make it swing all around,
Yo, make this
Throw yo' on the ground, c'mon