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 stop
To my man blinky blink, we don't
My sis baby stase, she stop
cam', cardan, they 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 wanna be rich nigga, bitch
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when cardie the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a beam' and a
So I sold of dutch, the cash and plus
My dad's a lush, so all we really had was us,

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get chips
And about a half a
Now the whole team's in the mix a three-to-six
'cause they got the da believin' this
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for dust
Life in harlem world be so tough
hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man pete so I called comb

[huddy] yo,
yo, hud
[huddy] on the low, the verdict
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 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, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the 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)
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 sure we wasn't
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the that honey did
Yo, that's the same one the money out the crib
I liked it lot when she came 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 in glad bag
She runs for willie gum
Used to think that bitch was
But found out she was dumb
She from philly's hunt of be more
to blow her spot like c-4
Never see me
So why this fuckin' wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

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

Yeah, nigga, nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu
Uh, what chu need? what chu uh, what chu shoot?
chu got? what?
Harlem we don't stop
Mother fucker, put deal on it
fucker, put a mil' on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck wit' my
Who put the money up?
I hear alot a niggas
But who wanna put they 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