Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We splash like this, all my wild Digi heads
Yeah, niggaz move 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 niggaz on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back, aright
it up, matter of fact, yo, matter of fact we gon' mingle
With this shit peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like

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
speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod

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

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

Or the bouncer the flashlight, one walked passed, right
Some the razor 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, you can't do me
you can't do me, come on

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

Brooklyn bound, seven up in the crown
One man's ramblin', officials 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, my life before my only son
crumbs, why they wanna press me for guns?

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

Eighty-five percent of my 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 produced the spark
me feel words how I read books in the dark
I always took it to heart, the art
A of darts ripped crews apart

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

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

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