Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy Combs bring it home we don't
Jimmy Jones all alone we don't
Loon crime fam' we don't
NRB we don't stop
To my man Blinky Blink we don't
My sis Baby Stase she don't
Killer Cam' they the fam'
One two we stop
I know you thinkin' how many 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 stand and 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 a lush, so all we really had was us, what?

Wit me? it like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a half a
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
they got the DA believin' this shit
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, the verdict
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 that whip
Didn't he do a by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What of guy's this? Look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his in the mix?
His girl to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the on, we buckin' and duckin black
Mase his truck in back
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, inside 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 ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't right there look familiar?
of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the that honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the
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 lotta in Glad bag
She runs for Willie Gum
Used to think bitch was slick
But out she was really dumb
She really Philly's hunt of be more
'Bout to blow her spot C-4
see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down see-saw

For you argue 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 pocket while you sleepin'
off on the Major Degan
Wit' your new Rican every single week and it's
Understand what you been
You a friend, she don't hold it against you

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