Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy combs bring it home, we stop
Jimmy jones all alone, we stop
Loon crime fam', we stop
Meeno, nrb, we stop
To my man blinky blink, we stop
My sis stase, she don't stop
cam', cardan, they the fam'
One two, we stop
I you thinkin', how many nigga's he got?
Or what, how many is hot?

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch
So when cardie read the press, I dream of
I want to invest plus a beam' and a lex'
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 like this, sip a six, get some
And a half a brick
Now the team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'cause they got the da this shit
So we in back of the bus for some dust
Life in harlem shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the
call my man pete so I called huddy comb

[huddy] yo,
yo, hud
[huddy] on the low, here's the
A nigga tried to 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 on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What type of this? look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, when 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 forget when you was and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we buckin' and (black)
Mase pulled his in (black)
Blood rushin', the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
drive slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we followed
No observers, whew! I got away wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty right look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal her
You wouldn't believe all the things honey did
Yo, that's the one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came venezuela
But she too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her charise
She mad bad baghdad
lotta money in glad bag
She doin' for willie gum
to think that bitch was slick
But out she was really dumb
She really philly's hunt of be more
to blow her spot like c-4
Never see me
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' that my is up and down like see-saw

For you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo'
No feelings, that's while the you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket 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 hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, nigga
What chu want nigga? what chu want, chu got?
Uh, what chu need? what chu got? uh, chu shoot?
What chu got?
Harlem world we stop
Mother fucker, put deal on it
fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a mother fuckin' on it
Niggas can't wit' 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?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, the benz up
Get 'round me, nigga