Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, sticker
You know, that get on the stand and snitch
So when read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to invest plus a and a lex'
So I sold bags of dutch, the 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 in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'cause they got the da believin' this
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 block on the
call my man pete so I called huddy 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 blink get on the next smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some that lie on our hits
Who you forget when you was 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
drive slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the window be we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

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

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

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

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