Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy bring it home we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone we don't
Loon crime 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' they 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 fake be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when Cardie the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a and a Lex'
So I bags of Dutch, the cash and plus
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 a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
'Cause they got the DA believin' this
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for dust
Life in Harlem World be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a on the phone
Couldn't call my man so I called Huddy Comb

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

Shit, I recognize that
he do a drive by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of 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
we some nigga's that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the on, we buckin' and duckin black
pulled his truck in back
Blood rushin', the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go o
Look out the window be we wasn't followed
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, don't right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the that honey did
Yo, that's the one throw the money out the crib
I it lot better when she came from Venezuela
But she spent too cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I her friend Charise
She mad bad Baghdad
Carry money in Glad bag
She doin' for Willie Gum
Used to think that bitch was
But found out she was dumb
She really from Philly's of be more
'Bout to blow her like C-4
Never see me
So why bitch fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' my life is up and down like see-saw

For days you argue and go through the
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the Degan
Wit' your new Rican every single 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
What chu nigga? What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu
What chu got?
Harlem we don't stop
Mother fucker, put deal on it
fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas fuck wit' my clique
Who put the money 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?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the up
Get from me, nigga