Luyện nghe bài hát Foul Cats

Intro/Outro: 2X

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

G Rap]
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, blew his chest up
The hollow ripped his vest up, son is messed 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 nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
up, hit my motherfuckin man up
Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the up
the masks, pull the van up
These niggaz to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
Where hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around the chrome gat
This hoodrat where the nigga home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short
and two biscuit mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
We hit the strip pickin up and
we on the of this nigga shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the screwin
his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this nig's beefs, this named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white
the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
we want your man, you
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the got
five and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
I'm not lying," then the hoe started
We hit the me and my niggaz flying
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go in case
the buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin, he out
up on the sofa sleepin, me and my cats standin there
just peepin, money's about to get
My nigga Ty threw a glass of in his face
Big Jan ready to the place; he on his way
to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big
Me and my two sons, he knew he was
You hurt a one, step back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the
to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the arm black
Put raw in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to her
the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
Cocked back, I had to finish this, know my
we leave no witnesses, shot and got the out the premises