Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We gon' splash like this, all my Digi heads
Yeah, y'all niggaz a little up to the front
Y'all know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed I'll play the right for a second
Nahmean, it out

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

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

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

I culture power-tuggin' who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' loud noise toys, club thuggin', huggin'
chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
That give a fuck about the cop in the club

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one 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 brothers won't last

you can't 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, appearance like black, I'm
In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold

bound, seven initials 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 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, court case
From a race laced based on drugs, made slugs
As it was written, stroll through any forbidden
hidden, why they wanna stop precision?

Eighty-five percent of my locked in prison
And we just keep dyin' it for the 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

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

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

Keep a pace, maintainin' great balance
Movin' in steps of unheard of
Normal as the slope steepens
Niggaz light up when there's gas leakin'