Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty there look familiar?
Matter of fact, back used to deal wit' her
You believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the 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 Baghdad
Carry lotta in Glad bag
She runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that was slick
But found out she was really
She from Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to her spot like C-4
Never see me
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' my life is up and down like see-saw

For days you argue and go through the
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you
Freakin' off on the Major
Wit' your new every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you through
You fuck a friend, she hold it against you

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