Luyện nghe bài hát First

[Jim
on, yo, yo

Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a
We're more a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and bars
Industry think that they a star nah
I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my all crazy
With my goons in some

[Bridge:
I 'em
Wake up, up
Gotta go get that cake up, up
that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo,
Killa, paper, at Pedro
On the 8-0 and for my son the lay low
Ba' bro

When I beef, names will be said tool be spread
Two in head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually
On the

repeat 2X]
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo,
It's the of the month..
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo,
It's the of the month..

Santana]
Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking me
I sell in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we it, you buy it from me
I'm what the people call a menace to the public
Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the of me
it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on the
Cam signed to the Roc it's time we eat
Harlem's back, time it's for keeps
You rolling or
The Takeover's now, y'all focused or
We been it's just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right that
be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all milk and crackers
I'm rich and these mills don't matter
Uh, you follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow block
I run enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them acting
We got big trucks with chrome action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga in
T-Money's home and he's never going in

Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle
How you older than me, and still a nigga
On the first, I these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they
And kids fly, I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehova man, hoes in shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for coke again

Jones]
Shit, the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the for the cycle
A rock that is first like shoots a rifle
See they our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our image
say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people
That don't be the I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth's got some on my people

[Jim Jones -
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo
Killah the don, Juelz Santana,
Harlem, my
Eastside, B's up
The and fifteenth
We going through it
Welfare, medicade, some liquor
Broadway, 7th, 15th,
know the struggle

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