Luyện nghe bài hát Fat Lady Sings

[Intro:
{I'm tired of them down the block. Every time I come outside, them niggas..}
Ayo, some major station {aiyo, come on, hurry up}
Get the joint, up, son}
Kill all niggas, man
We Ricky Retardo on them niggas
{Everybody just shut the up. I'm tired of using this motherfuckin' grenade right now}
you seen stupid?
You don't even know what you bout, man
You fabricating the shit, man
Both of them was stand up niggas, man
Niggas went to war! You how it go
In order to be a general, nigga, you still gotta be a (Gotta
ya bloodclot)
Speak about happened then, man, for real, fuck it, aiyo --
Check out, man, what niggas is doing over here, man?
(Why you think ya gangsta?) Yo Dred, man, up, man
(Why ya'll dont nothing) This is ours, man, we own all this right here, man
(Who you? Who ya talk about?) Straight up, man, we know how real it get
(Who ya talk to to?) But gon' be repercussions

1: Raekwon]

Punch broke the dread's jaw, pulled the out
And went off, told him he can't sling his raw
When he fell, yo, he broke his wrist, his flew off
His Balleys was scuffed, then he a kiss
Bleeding out the side of his ear, was staring
And the silk shirt was ripped off, cut his hair
Razors was bloody, he hitting, dread grabbed his shirt
his stomach, the kid had zippers on him
Bitches was flipping, they grabbed Tasha, her for a Louis
Snatched her right up out the bitch bra
No selling over here, Jack, heard the mumble
'You be dead in a week' then he back
Little Keyon rushed him, yeah, shorty was a vet
soldiers, shorty hit the neck
Blood squirted, look like detergent, the dread fell out
Right from there, he gon' need a
You ain't dead

[Outro:
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat sings
The fat lady sings, the fat lady sings, the fat sings