Luyện nghe bài hát Deja Vu

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

Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine
Playa haters can the flame from 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 that, you keep the change
Not filthy but bitch, I'm barely broke
Blessed with flows that keep you like dope

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

Niggaz in the Bronx me Lex
I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex
And I lounge on Lex' and I sex
And I wave techs on sets that be to flex
Like Dex, nigga, God rest soul
But you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe

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

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

But if it wasn't for the
This rap shit 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,

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

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

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

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

Bronx most wanted, front get
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad
You step outside and get blooded, have whole block flooded

With the Bronx, it's a warnin', guns out
From, 'Dusk Til and it's on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch I'm roamin' about
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, yo' mouth
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my
'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an now

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

niggaz know how to play
Mack the 600, crazy pay
Niggaz Queens got shit on lock
with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it wasn't for the
This rap shit probably would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown,
We down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We down, baby, up for the crown, baby

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

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