Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy combs it home, we don't stop
Jimmy jones all alone, we don't
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
Killer cam', cardan, they the
One two, we don't
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 stand and snitch
So when cardie the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest a beam' and a lex'
So I bags of dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us,

Wit me? it like this, sip a six, get some 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 dust
Life in world shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a on the phone
Couldn't my man pete so I called huddy comb

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

Shit, I recognize whip
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do five so he
What type of this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His start to cry, he took 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)
pulled his truck 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 ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't right there look familiar?
Matter of fact, back 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 from venezuela
But she too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
She mad bad baghdad
Carry money in glad bag
She doin' runs for gum
Used to think bitch was slick
But found out she was really
She really from philly's of be more
'bout to blow her like c-4
see me poor
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' my life is up and down like see-saw

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

Yeah, nigga, nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu got?
Uh, chu need? what chu got? uh, what chu shoot?
What chu what?
Harlem world we don't
fucker, put your deal 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 put the money up?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put deal on it?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas ain't shit
Yo' blink, back the up
Get from me, nigga