Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm let these motherfuckers know something

We happen to be them, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, y'all, true
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 raw chapter
From the history of crack
To the history of rap from the of street misery
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)
'Cause you clap, pa

What it look like when they on the
Slinging the as fame getting 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 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 your

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

I got family CI to B'ville
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
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
William Berkuance,
(Hillfigga)

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

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

When it's time to you know 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 or aim or pitch
We dedicated to dominating the same
Holla-holler, I know 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 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
Fizzy Womack, true hillfigga
One that'll put the drop on ya quicker,

Can I hear silence? For the peops that's
Rest in peace, ya', still me
(Ya')
And I still keep old with 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 to the automatic machines
(The calibre)
And the bloody scenes
You my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing clips

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