Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm let these motherfuckers know something

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

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

(William and)
Womack, pa
known that you get your shit blown back, pa
The hill is 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 getting cream all night
(Gotta get my on)
Go 'head 'cause I 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 pussy is stink as your

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

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

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

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

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

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

We change or switch 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 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
Womack, y'all true hillfigga
One put the drop on ya quicker, nigga

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

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

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

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