Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy Turf

Ah, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm

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

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

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

Niggas getting' knocked
Clean off of they
See that red dot comin'
Me and my

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

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

bitches better handle
Y'all business before I hit
Even though a nigga 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 hollow
And tote my calico
My lil' Weezy

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up with the

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

My big Juvi
hit tha blocks
Strapped up the uzis

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

'Cause I or die
Cash hot boy
Bless me when I'm
But then 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 at 'em fast
Watch the chop off the head
And make 'em fall in the
One they all die

Lil' Weezy fry
Guerilla, when it's war
Y'all better
When 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 don't get my

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 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
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 tote my black
My lil' Weezy

My big brother
hit tha blocks
Strapped up the uzis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's turf that 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 the uzis

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

My big Juvi
Both hit tha
Strapped up the Uzis

Enemy
Time to up