Luyện nghe bài hát Foul Cats

Intro/Outro: 2X

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

[Kool G
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, ready to 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 niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small cats
Yo fuck that, I can't see that, them niggaz be at?
they hang at? Where they live 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 a quarter baby, go and phone that
motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
His whole dome clapped, we cock back the and started cruisin
Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short
and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the for losin
We hit the strip pickin up and
we on the heels of this shoes and
out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga
his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig
to this nig's beefs, this bitch Charise
from East New York, listen bitch, you talk
Or get whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we want you
we want your man, you
The hoe said, "Please, I got his keys, the nigga got
five and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin one of
Four-five C's in knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
I'm not lying," then the hoe crying
We hit the me and my niggaz flying
to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live flights up
He buck, but I ain't givin a fuck
his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in
Then we all creepin, he stretched 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 whiskey in his
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, back about to let him have one
Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, the sack of heroin at?
I'm to give cat some motherfuckin railroad 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 shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle
Went being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nigga started
His mouth foamin, like he posessed by The Omen
His bitch was for the phone and, I had to smack her
the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
Cocked back, I had to this, know my stee'
we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the