Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

Come on my niggaz, yo, put your guns in your hand
And hold it down towards the
Point all your guns down towards the for a minute
Just talk to you, yeah, you could hold 'em
Just 'em down 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
niggaz know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed heads play the right for a second
Nahmean, it out

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

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

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

I culture boys who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' loud noise toys, club 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 walked passed,
Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad
I the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers last

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

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

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

Keep it logical, no games, up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my life before my 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, some made
As it was written, through any block forbidden
Glock hidden, why they wanna stop

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

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

Made their stay real short, I stamped the
bring through no wack shit of no sort
I the borough challengin' the best that stood
metal mics, they conduct better than wood

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

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