Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs it home we don't stop
Jimmy all alone we don't stop
Loon crime fam' we don't
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 rich nigga, sticker
You know, get on the stand and snitch stinker
So when Cardie read the press, I of success
I want cream to plus a Beam' 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 started like this, sip a six, get chips
And a half a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix a three-to-six
'Cause they got the DA believin' shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some
Life in Harlem World shouldn't be so
hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy

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, chest peeled wide
Blink get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I recognize whip
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What of guy's 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
Like we some that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and duckin
Mase pulled his in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped the tie ho
Mase slow, and they go five o
out the window be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look
Matter of fact, while back used to wit' 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 came from
But she spent too cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

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

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want What chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu What chu got? Uh, what chu shoot?
chu got? What?
Harlem World we 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
can't fuck wit' my clique
Who wanna put the up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who wanna put deal on it?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas sayin' shit
Yo' Blink, back the up
Get 'round me, nigga