Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs it home we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone we don't
Loon fam' we don't stop
Meeno NRB we don't
To my man Blinky Blink we stop
My sis Stase she don't stop
Killer Cam' Cardan the fam'
One two we don't
I you thinkin' 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 stand and stinker
So when read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a
So I sold bags of Dutch, the and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we had was us, what?

Wit me? it like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a a brick
Now the team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'Cause they got the DA believin' shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for dust
Life in Harlem shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, got a block on the phone
call 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 jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the thing smokin'

Shit, I recognize that
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? in his eyes
He's a
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin
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 sure we followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

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

But yo, I her friend Charise
She mad bad from
Carry lotta money in bag
She runs for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was
But out she was really dumb
She really Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot C-4
see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
that my life is up and down like see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck
What chu want What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
chu got? What?
Harlem World we don't
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 fuck my clique
Who wanna put the up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the up
Get from 'round me,