Luyện nghe bài hát Deja Vu

New York to the but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire I learned to ball
is the place where I lay my dome
On the of the Bronx where my family roam

Hoe, damn it, we home, got a nine millimeter
Playa haters can feel the flame my heater
I never liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes flat

Splat Deja Vu
And I got another clip daze y'all crew
I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' pistol
Just I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt

Keep 'em da fifties and hundreds all arranged
Anything less than that, you keep the
Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm broke
Blessed flows that keep you hooked like dope

Friends call me Gunz, sons me Trife
'Cause I'm to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
And life, you should learn how to treat her
I guarantee, knows how to eat her and beat her

Niggaz in the call me Lex
I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex
And I lounge on and I love sex
And I techs on sets that be tryin' to flex
Like Dex, nigga, God your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it time to fold, hoe

New York niggaz got game
But outta niggaz is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get loot
because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem know how to play
Mack the 600, crazy pay
outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it for the Bronx
This rap shit never would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown,
We gets down, baby, up for the crown,
We gets down, baby, up for the crown,

Yo, the RM 80 is in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, the heat cocked
For these blocks are shady, you're crazy if you walk around
Thinking gravy, stop me? Maybe

I'm livin' lawless, makin' big investments
On them 8 class flawless and hoes us
I'm comfortable Ricarro, two quarters of my life
Walkin' roads, type, narrow, thoughts which I abide by

high, got my mind's eye, points sharper
Than an arrow gettin' high, keep eye on the sparrow
Riches like the Pharaoh, a new five
With the snitches for these hoes, full of ammo

Keep my toast closer most niggaz keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a
I rock stones, other niggaz gravel
shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview

Bronx most wanted, get confronted
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five
Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block

the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out
From, Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin'
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo'
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' when you step in my house
'Cause a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now

New niggaz got crazy game
But outta town is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get loot
That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to

Harlem niggaz how to play
the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo'

But if it wasn't for the
rap shit probably never would be going on
So tell me where you Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown,

Peter Gunz like what? The Tariq is like what?
Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like
Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners what?
And KNS like what? And Uptown like

Shaolin, play, on
Isle, play, play on and a
Mt. Vern, play on
And Yonkers, play on and a
Puttin' it for N.Y., ya know what I mean?
N.Y. and wide