Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

Come on my niggaz, yo, put your guns in your hand
And hold it towards the floor
Point all your down towards the floor for a minute
Just wanna talk to you, yeah, you hold 'em
Just point 'em down towards the floor for a sec,

We gon' splash like this, all my wild heads
Yeah, y'all niggaz a little up to the front
Y'all niggaz what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed heads I'll the right for a second
Nahmean, it out

All y'all niggaz on X, y'all keep y'all in the back, aright
Check it up, matter of fact, yo, matter of fact we gon'
this shit like peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like

Walk wit a didi bop ock, you silly pop, Pop
around son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop, pop tarts
speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod

Headed for the finish line, watch cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, on and floss it
I be one of tall skinny cats with the four-nine
that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines

I culture power-tuggin' who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' loud noise toys, club thuggin', huggin'
Sweet deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
That don't give a about the cop in the club

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed,
Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear he was Mad Mike
I played the cipher in the corner, math
And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't

Because you can't do me, because you do me
Because you can't do me, on

Yo, son, wake up, yo, yo, I do this
Man, I gotta get money, son
Features in the crowd, appearance like black, I'm
In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold

Brooklyn bound, initials up in the crown
One man's ramblin', they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, killin'
All I wanna do is feed my seed, my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up about
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my life before my son
Thelonious crumbs, why they press me for guns?

Now I'm in the of the judge, court case thug
From a race laced based on drugs, some made
As it was written, through any block forbidden
hidden, why they wanna stop precision?

Eighty-five percent of my brothers locked in
And we just keep dyin' it for the love of good
But do you, do you, do

You know those jams in the park the spark
me feel words how I read books in the dark
I always it to heart, loved the art
A lifetime of darts ripped crews

Made stay real short, I stamped the passport
Couldn't bring through no shit of no sort
I the borough challengin' the best that stood
Torch metal mics, they conduct better than

Once I electrify and expect to die
Rounded Bed-Stuy, fry
My opponent block, the beat from his box
Investment ranker who's a in the stocks

Keep a pace, maintainin' great balance
Movin' in steps of unheard of
Normal as the slope steepens
Niggaz wanna light up when gas leakin'