Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

We gon' like this, all my wild Digi heads
Yeah, niggaz move a little up to the front
Y'all niggaz know what I'm 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 asses 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, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like

Walk wit a bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop
Fuck around son, blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop, pop tarts
Extreme [Incomprehensible] like anakin inside the pod

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

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

Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed,
Some pulled the razor and his ear like he was Mad Mike
I the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
And I for one thoughts, a brothers won't last

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

Yo, son, up, yo, yo, I gotta do this
Man, I gotta get money, son
in the crowd, appearance 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, machines
All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my

Keep it logical, no games, up about Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my life my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why 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, through any block forbidden
Glock hidden, why they wanna stop

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

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

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

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

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