Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy bring it home we don't stop
Jones all alone 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 Stase she stop
Killer Cam' Cardan they the
One two we don't
I know you thinkin' how nigga's he got?
Or what how nigga's is hot?

Yo yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of
I cream to invest plus a Beam' 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 some
And about a a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
'Cause got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some
Life in Harlem World be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy

Yo,
Yo, Hud
On the low, the verdict
A nigga tried to front on me, pard', I wanna
I the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next thing

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

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? 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, 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 from
Carry lotta money in bag
She doin' for Willie Gum
to think that bitch was slick
But found out she was dumb
She from Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to her spot like C-4
see me poor
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' that my is up and down like see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, nigga
chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got?
World we don't stop
Mother fucker, put your on it
fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice on it
Put a mother mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my
Who put the money up?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put 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 me, nigga