Luyện nghe bài hát Foul Cats

Intro/Outro: 2X

cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to me and my cream wet up
Two in the head, up
Call the coroners to make bed up
Infrared from neck up
Before got to lit the tec up

[Kool G
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they his chest up
The hollow tips his vest up, son is messed up
and blessed up; my cast up -- it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, to press up
and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to up
up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, the van up
These tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, I see that, where them niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
This hoodrat know the nigga home at)
Well here's a baby, go and phone that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown
His dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm fusin
and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for
We hit the strip pickin up and
we on the of this nigga shoes and
out the blue when, we see the the nigga screwin
Pushin his with the ice cuban
her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
to nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get your whole frame surrounded, white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we want you
we want man, you understand?
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the got
keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I G
I'm not lying," then the hoe started
We hit the me and my niggaz flying
to the in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a
Grab his bitch up, the hoe go first in case
the buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all creepin, he stretched out
up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my standin there
peepin, money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty threw a of whiskey in his face
Big Jan to blaze the place; he on his way
to Amazing -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was
You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin tracks
We dumped the whole bag a spoon and left the room
to that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle
from being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a nigga started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he by The Omen
His was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
with the chrome and, left her on the moanin
Cocked back, I had to this, know my stee'
we leave no witnesses, and got the fuck out the premises