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
the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared from neck up
they got to lit the tec up

[Kool G
It was a setup, my nigga got hit, blew his chest up
The tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up
and blessed up; call my up -- it's time to dress up
and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up
and fuck their nest up, the enemy is 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 tryin to hit the fam up; these small cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? Where they at? Where they slang at?
(Aiyyo Son one is a cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
This hoodrat know where the home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone
This motherfucker bout to get his shit back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the 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 strip up clues and
we on the heels of this shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the screwin
Pushin his with the ice cuban
her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
to this nig's beefs, bitch named Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you better
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, we don't want you
we your man, you understand?
The hoe said, "Please, I got his keys, the nigga got
five keys and mad cheese, a 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," the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my flying
to the crib in Heights, the nigga live three flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a
Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in
the nigga buck, the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all creepin, he stretched out
up on the sofa sleepin, me and my cats standin there
just peepin, about to get laced
My nigga Ty a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan to blaze the place; he on his way
to Amazing Grace -- nigga up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he he was done
You hurt a loved one, step back to let him have one
Yo that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat motherfuckin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag a spoon and left the room
to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the arm black
Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the drain
Went from being to mad 'tane
Less than a moment started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he by The Omen
His bitch was reachin for the and, I had to smack 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