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 drop on ya quicker,

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

We brought a very raw
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 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 on the pipe
Slinging the same as fame cream all night
(Gotta get my on)
Go 'cause I know what it be like
When you got no bread, when you and out

People turn 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We won't change or or aim or pitch
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 let up till your ass is gone
(Come on)
So now you me
the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD

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

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

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

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

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