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
Fizzy Womack, y'all, hillfigga
One put the drop on ya quicker, nigga

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 brought a very raw
From the of slinging crack
To the history of rap from the history of street
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)
'Cause you clap, pa

What it look like when they on the
the same as fame getting cream all night
(Gotta get my on)
Go 'head 'cause I know what it be
you got no bread, when you down 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 pussy is stink as your attitude

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

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

We happen to be them, niggaz
(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 downtown 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
always been afraid to die
(So when come to worst)
I'll back my out first
I'll better in an Elderado, than in a hearse

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

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

If I'm you, it's 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 to be them, live niggaz
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, true hillfigga
One that'll put the on ya quicker, nigga

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

it's the streets 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 crime scenes
You know my name, I've been to flip
From the environment they be firing whole clips

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