Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We gon' splash like this, all my Digi heads
Yeah, y'all move a little up to the front
Y'all niggaz know I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed heads I'll play the right for a
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, matter of fact we mingle
this shit like peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you this

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

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

I culture boys who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' loud noise from toys, thuggin', huggin'
Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy
That don't a fuck about the cop in the club

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

you can't do me, because you can't 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 black, I'm proud
In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold

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

it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal
Diabolic and I run from none
Testimony one, give my before my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why wanna press me for guns?

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

percent of my brothers locked in prison
And we just keep dyin' it for the of good livin'
But do you, do you, do

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

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

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

a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance
Movin' in steps of of silence
Normal progression as the steepens
Niggaz wanna light up when there's gas