Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let motherfuckers know something

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

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

We a very raw chapter
From the history of slinging
To the history of rap the history 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)
'Cause you clap, pa

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

People they back at you
Even the 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 down as I step off, no frown
that pretty smile like always
Some people getting up in these raw days
But they can be left to stretch in they

I got family from CI to
We no evil, bitch, nigga, we real
(Now slide)
Slide before I turn this into a motherfucking homicide

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

Now I don't know if you remember me,
(William Berkuance)
From downtown and slinging is no shit
these real niggaz, move crowds
While you pathetic, diabetic ass 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 shit out
I'll feel better in an Elderado, than in a

When 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
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 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 that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

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

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

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

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