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 stop
Meeno, nrb, we stop
To my man blinky blink, we don't
My sis baby stase, she don't
Killer cam', cardan, the fam'
One two, we don't
I know you thinkin', how many he got?
Or what, how many nigga's is

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to plus a beam' and a lex'
So I sold bags of dutch, the cash and
My a lush, so all we really had was us, what?

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get chips
And about a half a
Now the whole in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'cause they got the da believin' this
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
in harlem world shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the
Couldn't call my man pete so I called comb

yo, meeno
yo, hud
[huddy] on the low, here's the
A nigga to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell blink get on the next smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What type of this? look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl start to cry, he the side 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)
Mase his truck in (black)
rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we wasn't
No observers, whew! I just got away murder

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look
of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things honey did
Yo, that's the same one throw the money out the
I liked it lot better when she from venezuela
But she spent too cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
She mad bad from
Carry lotta in glad 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 blow her spot c-4
see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and like see-saw

For you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, while 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 been
You fuck a friend, she don't hold it you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu
Uh, what chu what chu got? uh, what chu shoot?
chu got? what?
Harlem world we don't
Mother fucker, put your on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck my clique
Who put the money 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 ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, back the up
Get from me, nigga