Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let these motherfuckers something

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

We brought a very raw
From the of slinging 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 is still real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
you don't clap, pa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 through the Blood
Sweat and Tears, to a hundred 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 till 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 silence? For the peops that's deceased
Rest in peace, ya', still me
(Ya')
And I still old feel with me
I'm dedicated to the

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

I'm used to the machines
(The calibre)
And the crime 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 the best for last