Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy combs bring it home, we stop
Jimmy all alone, we don't stop
crime 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 stop
I you thinkin', how many nigga's he got?
Or what, how many nigga's is

Yo, yeah you a fake be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So cardie read the press, I dream of success
I cream to invest plus a beam' and a lex'
So I sold bags of dutch, the cash and
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 a brick
Now the whole team's in the mix facin' a
'cause they got the da believin' this
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
Life in world shouldn't be so tough
hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man pete so I called 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 nigga jaw broken, chest wide open
Tell blink get on the next smokin'

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

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty right look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to wit' her
You wouldn't all the things that honey did
Yo, that's the same one the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

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

For days you argue and go through the
You blaze, you shade, now she hate yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the degan
Wit' your new rican every single week and sentimental
what you been through
You fuck a friend, she hold it against you

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