Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs it home we don't stop
Jones all alone we don't stop
Loon crime we don't stop
Meeno NRB we don't
To my man Blinky we don't stop
My sis Baby Stase she stop
Killer Cam' Cardan the fam'
One two we stop
I know you thinkin' how many nigga's he
Or what how 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 Cardie the press, I dream of success
I cream to invest 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 like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a
Now the whole in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'Cause got the DA believin' 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, mamma's got a block on the
Couldn't call my man Pete so I Huddy Comb

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

Shit, I that whip
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? Look in his
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our
Who you forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin
pulled his truck in back
Blood rushin', the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go o
Look out the be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I got away 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?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal her
You believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the
I liked it lot better when she from Venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
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 dumb
She really from Philly's of be more
'Bout to her spot like C-4
see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' my life is up and down like see-saw

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

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