Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo yeah you a fake be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I 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 really had was us,

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get some
And about a a brick
Now the whole in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'Cause got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some
Life in Harlem World be so tough
hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I 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 open
Blink get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of guy's Look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
we some nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we and duckin black
Mase pulled his truck in
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, inside the tie ho
drive slow, and they go five o
Look out the be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I got away wit' murder

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

But yo, I know her Charise
She mad bad from
Carry lotta in Glad bag
She runs for Willie Gum
to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was really
She really from Philly's of be more
'Bout to blow her like C-4
see me poor
So why bitch fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' my life is up and down like see-saw

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

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