Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

Come on my niggaz, yo, put your guns in right hand
And hold it down the floor
Point all your guns towards the floor for a minute
Just wanna 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, y'all niggaz move a up to the front
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed heads I'll play the 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, matter of fact we mingle
With this shit like peas in the pot
Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we you like this

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

Headed for the line, watch Bobby cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on toes, come on and floss it
I be one of those tall skinny with the four-nine
Three-eleven that rips through and breaks spines

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

Or the with the flashlight, one walked passed, right
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 brothers won't last

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

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

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

Keep it logical, no games, straight up about
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my 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 they wanna stop

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

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

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

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

Keep a rhythmic pace, great balance
Movin' in of unheard of silence
Normal progression as the steepens
Niggaz wanna light up there's gas leakin'