Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy Turf

Ah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

When I say I give a fuck
I mean yeah
Niggaz brains is gettin'
I say that, yeah

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

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

Niggas shoulders knocked
Clean off of head
See red dot comin' from
Me and my

'Cause I mine
I needs
And I'm to get mine
At times

lil' daddy
You ain't got to worry
of these other niggas
You needs to be worried
When comin' to get ya
Look, I make a phone to the big dog

Y'all bitches handle
Y'all business I hit y'all
though a nigga rich and I rock ice
I still bust a nigga head on the block

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
up with the uzis

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

My big brother
hit tha blocks
Strapped up the uzis

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

'Cause I or die
Cash hot boy
me when I'm gone
But until load up
The chrome 'cause on

I 'bout it
Put a up in my lip
And put my dirty up in a
I drop the top and then I
I hit his cock and 'em flip
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 they all die

Weezy small fry
Guerilla, it's war time
Y'all learn
When this nigga it'll be all hell

Well let 'em burn
Hold 'em fo' ransom, me smart boy
Seven churn and I be if I let 'em go
If I get my dough

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

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

My big brother
Both hit tha
Strapped up the uzis

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
up with the uzis

All I know is the
And how to up
When it's shoot it
Cock yo'

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

And cut down the
Roll down the
Turn the
And let loose the brr

If ya don't now
Then ya will learn
You ca with Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get

You must to go swimmin'
'Cause tha gets deeper
See I you wide open
And take 'ya with me

Here come the boy
Shoot out the lights
Time to on the heat boy
If you really wit it

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

I'ma a and I mean it
Leave ya' still in a beanin'
Lyin' on the
steamin', red dot beamin'
Dressed up
wit Lil' Weezy
You'll be for tha fishes

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
up with the uzis

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up with the

Enemy
to strap up