Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

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

All y'all 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 like in the mothafuckin' pot
up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you like this

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

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

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

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

Because you can't do me, 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, like black, I'm proud
In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold

bound, seven initials up in the crown
One man's ramblin', officials they shot him
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, machines
All I do is feed my seed, plus my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up about
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my life before my son
Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna me for guns?

Now I'm in the face of the judge, case thug
From a race based on drugs, some made slugs
As it was written, stroll through any block
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 those jams in the park 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 crews apart

Made stay 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 comin' his box
ranker who's a joke in the stocks

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