Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs bring it we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all we don't stop
Loon crime fam' we don't
Meeno NRB we don't
To my man Blinky we don't stop
My sis Baby she don't stop
Killer Cam' Cardan they the
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 rich nigga, sticker
You know, get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of
I want cream to invest plus a 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 chips
And about a a brick
Now the whole 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 Harlem shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Comb

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

Shit, I recognize that
he do a drive by on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
type of guy's this? 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 some nigga's that lie on our
Who you when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the on, we buckin' and duckin black
Mase his truck in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, inside 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 away murder

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

But yo, I know her 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 from hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot C-4
Never see me
So why bitch fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu 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 wit' my clique
Who put the money up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, the Benz up
Get from 'round me,