Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, sticker
You know, get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I of success
I want to invest plus a Beam' and a Lex'
So I bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us,

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

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

Shit, I recognize whip
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
What type of this? Look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and
Now the war's on, we buckin' and black
Mase pulled his truck in
rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go o
Look out the window be sure we wasn't
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

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

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

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

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