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 don't
Meeno, nrb, we don't
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 nigga's he got?
Or what, how many is hot?

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

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

yo, meeno
yo, hud
[huddy] 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 get on the next thing smokin'

Shit, I recognize that
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What of guy's this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some that 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', spark the hydro, jumped the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go
Look out the window be sure we followed
No observers, whew! I got away wit' murder

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal her
You wouldn't believe all the 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 too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

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

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 while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the degan
Wit' your new every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been
You a friend, she don't hold it against you

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