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 down 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 this, all my wild Digi heads
Yeah, y'all niggaz a little up to the front
niggaz know what I'm talkin' about
Word up, my weed heads I'll the right for a second
Nahmean, it out

All niggaz on X, y'all 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
up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like this

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

Headed for the finish line, Bobby cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, 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 power-tuggin' boys who be drunk,
Lovin' noise from toys, club thuggin', huggin'
chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
That don't give a fuck the cop in the club

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed,
pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike
I played the cipher in the corner, teachin'
And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers last

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

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

Brooklyn bound, seven 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

it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run none
Testimony one, my life before my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why wanna press me for guns?

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

Eighty-five percent of my brothers in prison
And we just keep dyin' it for the love of 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 took it to heart, loved the art
A lifetime of darts ripped crews

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

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

Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great
in steps of unheard of silence
Normal progression as the steepens
Niggaz wanna light up when there's gas