Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo, yeah you a fake be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the and snitch stinker
So when read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest 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 half a
Now the whole in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'cause they got the da believin' this
So we in back of the bus for some dust
in harlem world shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the
call my man pete so I called huddy comb

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

Shit, I that whip
Didn't he do a drive-by on the
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our
Who you when 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 go five-oh
out the window be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got away wit'

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, shorty 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 from venezuela
But she too much cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

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

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

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