Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

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

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

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

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

I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk,
Lovin' noise from toys, club thuggin', huggin'
Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, buttercup
That don't give a fuck the cop in the club

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

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 ground

Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the
One ramblin', officials they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, machines
All I do is feed my seed, plus my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up Prodigal
Diabolic and I run from none
Testimony one, my life before my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna press me for

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

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

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

Made their stay real short, I the passport
Couldn't bring through no wack of no sort
I walked the borough the best that stood
metal mics, they conduct better than wood

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

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