Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo yeah you a fake wanna be nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I dream of
I want cream to invest plus a Beam' and a
So I sold of Dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us,

Wit me? it started this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
'Cause they got the DA believin' this
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem shouldn't be so tough
hot at home, mamma's 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, peeled wide open
Tell Blink get on the next thing

Shit, I that whip
Didn't he do a drive by on the
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What of guy's this? Look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember we had his ride in the mix?
His girl to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our
Who you when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we and duckin black
Mase his truck in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped 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 wit'

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there familiar?
Matter of fact, 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 liked it lot 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 from
Carry lotta money in bag
She doin' runs for Gum
Used to think that was slick
But found out she was really
She really Philly's hunt of be more
to blow her spot like C-4
Never see me
So why this fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? What chu want, what chu
Uh, what chu need? What chu got? Uh, what chu
What chu What?
World we don't stop
Mother fucker, put deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a mother mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my
Who put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas
But who put they 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 'round me,