Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when cardie 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 like this, sip a six, get some chips
And a half a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
'cause they got the da this shit
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
Life in harlem world be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a on the phone
Couldn't call my man pete so I called comb

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

Shit, I that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What of guy's this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl start to cry, he took the of his chick
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was suckin' and
Now the war's on, we and duckin (black)
Mase pulled his in (black)
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go
out the window be sure we wasn't 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 right look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back 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 when she from venezuela
But she spent too cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I her friend charise
She mad bad from
Carry lotta money in bag
She doin' for willie gum
Used to think bitch was slick
But found out she was dumb
She from philly's hunt of be more
'bout to blow her like c-4
see me poor
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

For you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo'
No feelings, that's the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', in your pocket while you sleepin'
off on the major degan
Wit' your new rican every week and it's sentimental
Understand you been through
You fuck a friend, she don't it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? what chu got? uh, what chu
chu got? what?
Harlem we don't stop
Mother fucker, put 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 wit' my
Who put the money up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who wanna put deal on it?
I hear alot a niggas
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, back the up
Get 'round me, nigga