Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy Turf

Ah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

When I say I don't a fuck
I mean that
brains is gettin' bust
I didn't say that,

If a shipment was in
I need a of dat wodie
I a sixty, forty nigga
And no chargin' that

You done heard about Jackson
And shiggidy
But you ain't never heard me
When I'm a bitch

shoulders getting' knocked
Clean off of head
See that red dot comin'
Me and my

'Cause I wants
I needs
And I'm to get mine
At these

Look lil'
You ain't got to worry
None of these niggas
You to be worried about
When comin' to get ya
Look, I make a call to the big dog

Y'all bitches better
Y'all before I hit y'all
Even though a rich and I rock ice
I still bust a head on the block aright

It's turf that I'm on
So I'm a it how it go
Cock the points
And my black calico
My brother Weezy

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up with the

It's turf that I'm on
So I'm it how it go
Cock the hollow
And my black calico
My brother Weezy

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up with the

What, what, La
Gun for gun
Eye for eye
move yo' wife and son

'Cause I or die
money hot boy
Bless me when I'm
But until then up
The chrome 'cause on

I been it
Put a up in my lip
And put my dirty up in a
I the top and then I flip
I hit his cock and make 'em
And I be of that trash

I be the first one to jump out the Jag at 'em fast
Watch the bullets chop off the
And make 'em in the grass
One move all die

Lil' small fry
Guerilla, it's war time
Y'all better
When this nigga shoot be all hell

Well then let 'em
'em fo' ransom, hear me smart boy
Seven and I be damn if I let 'em go
If I get my dough

Then will be all blowin'
I R.I.P., C.M.B., I be
I put it for all my peeps
Nigga, I'm H.B. for

It's enemy that I'm on
So I'm a it how it go
Cock the hollow
And my black calico
My lil' brother

My big brother
Both hit tha
Strapped up the uzis

It's turf that I'm on
So I'm a it how it go
the hollow points
And my black calico
My lil' brother

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up the uzis

All I is the streets
And how to up
it's time shoot it
Cock yo'

Tie up yo'
It's to do it
the blunt
Shut off the

And cut down the
Roll the windows
the corner
And let loose the brr

If ya don't now
Then ya never learn
You ca play with Lil'
And yo' block get

You must love to go
'Cause tha water gets
See I bust you wide
And take 'ya daughter me

come the beat boy
Shoot out the street
Time to bring on the boy
If you ain't wit it

Then you get back
I open yo'
And make it just like a wet cat
This is a trap

I'ma a and I mean it
Leave ya' head in a beanin'
Lyin' on the
steamin', red dot beamin'
Dressed up
Play wit Lil'
be dinner for tha fishes

It's turf that I'm on
So I'm a it how it go
Cock the hollow
And tote my black
My brother Weezy

My big brother
Both hit tha
Strapped up with the

It's enemy turf I'm on
So I'm a it how it go
Cock the points
And tote my calico
My brother Weezy

My big Juvi
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

Turf
Time to up