Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy Turf

Ah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

When I say I don't give a
I mean that
Niggaz brains is bust
I say that, yeah

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

You done heard about Jackson
And shiggidy
But you never heard about me
I'm flissin' a bitch

Niggas getting' knocked
off of they head
See red dot comin' from
Me and my

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

Look daddy
You got to worry about
None of other niggas
You needs to be about
Juvi comin' to get ya
Look, I make a phone to the big dog

Y'all bitches handle
Y'all business before I hit
Even a nigga rich and I rock ice
I bust a nigga head on the block aright

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

My big Juvi
hit tha blocks
Strapped up the uzis

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

My big Juvi
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

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

'Cause I or die
Cash hot boy
Bless me 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 I flip
I hit his and make 'em flip
And I be full of trash

I be the first one to jump out the Jag bust at 'em
Watch the bullets off the head
And make 'em in the grass
One they all die

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

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

hell will 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

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up the uzis

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

My big brother
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

All I know is the
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
down the windows
Turn the
And let with the brr

If ya know now
Then ya will learn
You ca play Lil' Wayne
And yo' block get

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

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

Then you better get
I yo' chest
And it look just like a wet cat
This is a death

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

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 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 black
My lil' Weezy

My big Juvi
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

Turf
Time to up