Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

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

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

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

Shit, I recognize that
Didn't he do a on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What of guy's this? look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl start to cry, he took the side of his
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and
Now the war's on, we buckin' and (black)
Mase his truck in (black)
rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and go five-oh
Look out the window be sure we wasn't
No observers, whew! I just got away wit'

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back to deal wit' her
You believe all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came from
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 that bitch was
But out she was really dumb
She really from philly's hunt of be
'bout to her spot like c-4
Never see me
So why this bitch wit' 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, while the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket while you
off on the major degan
Wit' your new rican single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been
You a friend, she don't hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, fuck
What chu nigga? what chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? what chu uh, what chu shoot?
What chu got?
Harlem we don't stop
Mother fucker, put deal on it
fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' ice grill on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my
Who put the money up?
I hear 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, back the up
Get from me, nigga