Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

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

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

All y'all on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back, aright
it up, matter of fact, yo, matter of fact we gon' mingle
With this 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 son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop, pop like
Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like anakin the pod

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

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

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

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

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

Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the
One man's ramblin', officials they him down
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, killin'
All I wanna do is feed my seed, my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up Prodigal
Diabolic drums and I run none
one, give 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 race laced based on drugs, some slugs
As it was written, stroll through any block
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 park produced the
Made me feel words how I read books in the
I always it to heart, loved the art
A lifetime of darts ripped crews

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

Once I 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
in steps of unheard of silence
Normal progression as the slope
Niggaz wanna light up there's gas leakin'