Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We gon' splash like this, all my wild Digi
Yeah, niggaz move a little up to the front
Y'all niggaz what 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, matter of fact we gon'
With this shit peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi, style, word up, as we splash you like this

Walk wit a didi bop ock, you silly pop, Pop
Fuck around son, I'll blow ya face up fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop, pop tarts
Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin 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 cats with the four-nine
that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines

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

Or the with the flashlight, one walked 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 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 get this money, son
Features in the crowd, like black, I'm proud
In the background, no sounds, pound, we hold ground

bound, seven initials up in the crown
One ramblin', officials 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 Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run none
Testimony one, give my life before my son
Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna me for guns?

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

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

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

their stay real short, I stamped the passport
Couldn't through no wack shit of no sort
I walked the borough challengin' the that stood
Torch metal mics, they better than wood

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

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