Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm let these motherfuckers know something

We happen to be them, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

We to be them, live niggaz
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

We brought a very raw
the history of slinging crack
To the history of rap from the history of misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn,

(William and)
Womack, pa
It's that you get your shit blown back, pa
The is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
you don't clap, pa

What it look like when they on the
Slinging the same as fame cream all night
(Gotta get my on)
Go 'head 'cause I know it be like
When you got no bread, when you and out

People they back at you
the chicas try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby, I mad at you
I bet you that pussy is as your attitude

Hold that as I step off, no frown
Keep that smile like always
Some people fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to in they hallways

I got family CI to B'ville
We fear no evil, bitch, nigga, we
(Now slide)
before I turn this conversation into a motherfucking homicide

We happen to be them, niggaz
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true
Berkuance, live
(Hillfigga)

Now I know if you remember me, it's
(William Berkuance)
downtown swingin' and slinging is no shit
Watch real niggaz, move crowds
While you pathetic, diabetic ass ain't allowed

I'm not a gangster and I lie
always been afraid to die
(So worst come to worst)
back my shit out first
I'll feel better in an Elderado, in a hearse

When time to roll you know where them thugs at
(First Family)
You know my love's at
Give up to my peers who through the Blood
Sweat and Tears, to a hundred years

We won't change or or aim or pitch
We dedicated to dominating the same
Holla-holler, I what I may have to do
(You my motto)
past and slash your crew

If I'm you, it's on
your head up 'cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on)
So now you me
the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD

We happen to be them, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

Can I hear silence? For the peops deceased
in peace, ya', still with me
(Ya')
And I still keep old with me
I'm dedicated to the

Whether it's the or this rap thing
I'm gon' a Brooklyn 'Fugitive'
I'm the judge, and the executioner
(What? What?)

I'm used to the automatic
(The calibre)
And the bloody scenes
You know my name, I've trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing whole

So tell man stop flinchin'
Stand at attention and prepare for the
(Firing Squad)
With the same
(The of the best)
And we saved the for last