Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy bring it home, we don't stop
Jimmy jones all alone, we stop
Loon crime fam', we don't
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 stop
I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he
Or what, how many is hot?

Yo, you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when cardie read the press, I of success
I want 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 like this, sip a six, get some chips
And about a 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 world be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the
Couldn't call my man so I called huddy comb

yo, meeno
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 thing smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of this? look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you forget you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we and duckin (black)
Mase his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go
Look out the window be we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there familiar?
of fact, while back used to deal wit' her
You believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one the money out the crib
I liked it lot better she came 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 money in bag
She runs for willie gum
Used to that bitch was slick
But found out she was really
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
Knowin' that my life is up and down see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? chu got? uh, what chu shoot?
What chu what?
Harlem world we don't
Mother fucker, put deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't wit' my clique
Who put the money up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, back the up
Get 'round me, nigga