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 stop
To my man blinky blink, we stop
My sis baby stase, she stop
Killer cam', cardan, they the
One two, we don't
I know you thinkin', how many nigga's he
Or what, how many nigga's is

Yo, you a fake wanna be rich nigga, bitch sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So cardie read the press, I dream of success
I want cream to plus a beam' 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 team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
'cause they got the da believin' shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for dust
in harlem world shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, mamma's got a on the phone
Couldn't call my man so I called huddy comb

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

Shit, I recognize that
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of guy's this? look in his
He's a
Mase, when we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's lie on our hits
Who you forget you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we and duckin (black)
Mase pulled his 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 just got wit' murder

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty there look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back used to deal her
You believe all the things that honey 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
lotta money in glad bag
She doin' for willie gum
Used to think bitch was slick
But found out she was really
She really from philly's hunt of be
'bout to blow her like c-4
Never see me
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

For days you argue and go the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, while the hoes you stealin'
Creepin', sneakin' in your pocket you sleepin'
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 it against you

Yeah, nigga, nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
chu want nigga? what chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? what chu uh, what chu shoot?
chu got? what?
Harlem world we stop
Mother fucker, put your 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 put the money up?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who wanna put they on it?
I hear alot a talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
niggas ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, the benz up
Get 'round me, nigga