Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs bring it home we don't
Jimmy all alone we don't stop
Loon crime fam' we don't
Meeno NRB we don't
To my man Blinky Blink we don't
My sis Stase she don't stop
Killer Cardan they the fam'
One two we stop
I you thinkin' how many nigga's he got?
Or what how many is hot?

Yo yeah you a fake wanna be nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So Cardie read the press, I dream of success
I cream to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I sold bags of Dutch, the and plus
My a lush, so all we really had was us, what?

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get chips
And about a a brick
Now the team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'Cause they got the DA this shit
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
Life in World shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I Huddy Comb

Yo,
Yo, Hud
On the low, here's the
A tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the nigga jaw broken, peeled wide open
Tell get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What type of guy's Look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the of his chick
Like we nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin
Mase his truck in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go o
Look out the window be sure we followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look
Matter of fact, while used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things that did
Yo, that's the one throw the money out the crib
I it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
She mad bad from
lotta money in Glad bag
She runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was
But found out she was dumb
She really from Philly's hunt of be
to blow her spot like C-4
Never see me
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

For you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you shade, now she hate yo' ways
No feelings, that's the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your while you sleepin'
off on the Major Degan
Wit' new Rican every single week and it's sentimental
what you been through
You a friend, she don't hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, chu got?
Uh, chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu What?
Harlem World we don't
fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas fuck wit' my clique
Who put the money up?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, the Benz up
Get from me, nigga