Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let these know something

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

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

We a very raw chapter
From the history of slinging
To the history of rap from the of street misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn,

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

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

People turn 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 stink as attitude

Hold that down as I off, no frown
that pretty smile like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw
But they can be left to stretch in hallways

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

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

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

I'm not a and I won't lie
I've always been to die
(So when come to worst)
I'll back my out first
I'll feel in an Elderado, than in a hearse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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