Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let these motherfuckers know

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

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

We a very 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 you get your shit blown back, pa
The is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
you don't clap, pa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We won't change or or aim or pitch
We to dominating the same shit
Holla-holler, I know I may have to do
(You my motto)
Walk past and slash crew

If I'm after you, on
Keep head 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 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,

Can I hear silence? For the peops that's
in peace, ya', still with 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, jury and the
(What? What?)

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

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