Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy combs bring it home, we stop
jones all alone, we don't stop
Loon crime fam', we stop
Meeno, nrb, we don't
To my man blinky blink, we stop
My sis baby stase, she stop
cam', cardan, 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 nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when read the press, I dream of success
I cream to invest plus a beam' and a lex'
So I sold 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 about a half a
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 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 huddy comb

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

Shit, I recognize that
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
type of guy's this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
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 on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
Mase his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', 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
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, shorty right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't 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 venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

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

For days you argue and go the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you
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, what chu
Uh, what chu need? what chu uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got?
Harlem we don't stop
fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a 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 alot a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they on it?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, the benz up
Get from me, nigga