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 didn't say that,

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

You heard about Michael Jackson
And shiggidy
But you ain't heard about me
When I'm a bitch

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

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

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

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

enemy 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

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

My big Juvi
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
money hot boy
Bless me when I'm
But until load up
The chrome 'cause on

I 'bout it
Put a up in my lip
And put my up in a clip
I the top and then I flip
I hit his cock and 'em flip
And I be full of trash

I be the first one to out the Jag bust at 'em fast
Watch the bullets off the head
And 'em fall in the grass
One move all die

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

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

Then hell will be all
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
the hollow points
And tote my calico
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
the hollow points
And tote my black
My brother Weezy

My big brother
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

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

Tie up yo'
time to do it
Blaze the
off the lights

And cut the music
Roll the windows
Turn the
And let with the brr

If ya know now
ya never will learn
You ca play with Wayne
And yo' get burned

You must love to go
tha water gets deeper
See I you wide open
And 'ya daughter with me

come the beat boy
Shoot out the street
Time to on the heat boy
If you really wit it

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

I'ma a guerilla and I it
Leave ya' head still in a
on the cement
Calico steamin', red dot
Dressed up
Play wit Lil'
You'll be dinner for tha

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

My big brother
hit tha blocks
Strapped up the uzis

It's enemy 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
hit tha blocks
Strapped up with the

Turf
Time to up