Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We gon' like this, all my wild Digi heads
Yeah, y'all niggaz move a little up to the
Y'all niggaz know what I'm talkin'
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 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 bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop
Fuck around son, I'll blow ya face up with shots
darts, and it pop, pop like tarts
Extreme [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 cats with the four-nine
Three-eleven that through Power-U's and breaks spines

I culture boys who be drunk, buggin'
Lovin' noise from toys, club thuggin', huggin'
chocolate 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 razor and chopped his ear he was Mad Mike
I the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't

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

Yo, son, wake up, yo, yo, I 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 initials up in the
One ramblin', officials they shot him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, killin'
All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my

Keep it logical, no games, up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run none
Testimony one, give my before my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why they 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, 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 love of good
But do you, do you, do

You those jams in the park produced the spark
Made me words how I read books in the dark
I always took it to heart, the art
A lifetime of darts ripped apart

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

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

a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance
Movin' in of unheard of silence
Normal progression as the slope
Niggaz wanna light up when there's gas