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
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the on ya quicker, nigga

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
It's known that you get your blown back, pa
The is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
you don't clap, pa

What it like when they 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, 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 off, no frown
Keep pretty smile like always
Some people getting fucked up in these raw
But they can be left to stretch in hallways

I got family CI to B'ville
We no evil, bitch, nigga, we real
(Now slide)
Slide before I turn this conversation a motherfucking 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 swingin' and is no shit
Watch these real niggaz, crowds
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 out first
I'll feel better in an Elderado, in a hearse

it's time to roll you know where them 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 or switch or aim or pitch
We dedicated to dominating the shit
Holla-holler, I what I may have to do
(You my motto)
past and slash your crew

If I'm you, it's on
Keep your up 'cause I won't 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
Fizzy Womack, y'all true
One that'll put the on ya quicker, nigga

Can I hear silence? For the that's deceased
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 used to the automatic
(The calibre)
And the crime scenes
You know my name, I've trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing clips

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