Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

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

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

Yo,
Yo, Hud
On the low, the verdict
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 recognize that
Didn't he do a drive by on the
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his
He's a
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His start to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and black
Mase pulled his truck in
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 got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty right 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 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 Charise
She mad bad Baghdad
Carry lotta money in bag
She doin' runs for Gum
Used to think that bitch was
But found out she was really
She really from Philly's of be more
'Bout to her spot like C-4
see me poor
So why bitch fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and like see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu
Uh, what chu need? chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got?
Harlem World we stop
fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice on it
Put a mother fuckin' on it
Niggas fuck wit' my clique
Who wanna put the up?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they on it?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, the Benz up
Get from 'round me,