Luyện nghe bài hát Foul Cats

Intro/Outro: 2X

cats scheamin up the setup
Tryin to leave me and my wet up
Two in the head, up
Call the to make they bed up
Infrared shit 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 ripped his vest up, son is up
and blessed up; call my cast up -- it's to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, to press up
and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to up
Actin up, hit my man up
Never will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
the masks, pull the van up
These tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where them be at?
Where they hang at? they live at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk 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 blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock the gats and started cruisin
Up the and avenues-n, I'm short fusin
and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for
We hit the pickin up clues and
we on the heels of nigga shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the screwin
Pushin his with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this nig's beefs, this bitch named
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get your whole frame surrounded, white chalk
Pulled the rat in of the van, bitch we don't want you
we your 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 bitch you 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 road me and my flying
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the live three flights up
He type buck, but I givin a fuck
his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin, he out
up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my standin there
peepin, money's about to get laced
My nigga Ty a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to the place; he on his way
to Amazing Grace -- nigga up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was
You a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the of heroin at?
I'm to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and the room
to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm
Put raw shit in the vein, watch the needle drain
from being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga started
His mouth foamin, like he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the and, I had to smack her
with the chrome and, left her on the floor
Cocked back, I had to this, know my stee'
we no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises