Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let these motherfuckers something

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

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

We brought a raw chapter
From the history of slinging
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 hill is real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
'Cause you clap, pa

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

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

that down as I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty smile like
people getting fucked up in these raw days
But can be left to stretch 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, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
William Berkuance,
(Hillfigga)

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

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

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

We won't change or switch or aim or
We to dominating the same shit
Holla-holler, I know what I may to do
(You my motto)
Walk past and your crew

If I'm after you, on
Keep your head up 'cause I won't let up 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, y'all true
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

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

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

I'm used to the machines
(The calibre)
And the crime scenes
You know my name, I've been to flip
From the environment where they be whole clips

So tell your man stop
Stand at attention and for the lynchin'
(Firing Squad)
With the tale
(The of the best)
And we saved the best for