Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that rapper
Y'all used to fuck

Man, we ain't fucking with fake motherfucker MC
Uh, whatever that name is
Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers over
Rapping for real, eat pussy on and shit

That shit ain't what's happening, we got some shit
Trying to be Short motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,

Get in where you fit in,
You was a mark up at the school
Now you're like CB4
Biting, you wanna be me for?

your life, you wish it was a Too Short rap
But you gots no game, and bass ain't fat
You need to quit, just ain't your place
So on the grind and don't catch no case

Bitches, that's you always be
Like the other bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but ain't no race
I pull it out and it right in her face

You wine her and dine her
And get when you can't find her
You're nothing but a
I bet you get your ass hanging at the park, bitch

You'd better watch back
Before you get jacked by a nigga a gat
'Cause life is Too Short, I'm in the house that
Shorty the pimp, was born to

And I don't rapping, one thing I never do
Is making this funky-ass shit to ride to
And other rap can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky

And when I see ya, and act like I know ya
I'm like Missouri 'cause I can ya
Why is my so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant

You outta pocket trying to with my crew
You might of just learned, but it ain't new
What happened to your funk, did you it?
Or did you get juked by dangerous

We all your money, and all your songs
Done you like a hoe and then sent your ass
One punk came and
Had to fire the hoe, but I'm still a

(MC)

(The gangsta)
Would've never been without the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

Now he's gonna on out
(Like a mark)
Had to put his fat in his mouth
(Little bitch)
to say, "I'm sorry" when you're funny

Y'all can have him dangerous don't want him
He'll tell a lie every other minute
I'm Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with reject rap attack

You'll get more a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't have no more
(Hell naw)
Get in where you fit in,
It's what is all about

Did get him, did that get it?
(Yeah, you got him)
Wait, the end?
(Bitch-ass nigga)

You like that
(Hell yeah)
Damn, you that, nigga
You a

(Tore his ass up)
you a fool for that
(Fuck nigga)
(Goddamn)

Man, that punk-ass nigga
Man trying to with the dangerous
Crew, nigga, you can't hang with this
Nigga, we got niggas way than you man
You old wanna be me, nigga
Come some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga

I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep fucking kids away from me
'Cause the turf is the place to be
Where niggas get shot at
So you'd pop back or your ass getting dropped, black
'Cause niggas lay you on your back
So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they ass

And let loose the whole
And let these know that you ain't taking no shit
I mean you gotta be a nut,
And you can't give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck
Because that shit don't last long

Get a key from an OG and get your cash on
And if a got some grip, get your gank on
But if a popping lip, get your bank on
Don't ever go out another sucker
You show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker

Show them niggas you the biggest
And ain't no slipping the tripping just popping
a clip and them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but just to me
high with my partners and bitches to see

Yep, that's life is all about
You eating the cunt and she your dick and you
that bitch and kicking that bitch up out
I a model, and I don't play the fucking role

Don't be when you're old, nigga fuck a goal
You be somebody, I tell your ass you can't
You bad motherfucker, go on and hit the dank
how it is in the Oaktown

These motherfuckers know?
Well, these know now
And be jealous and mad we doing shit
I don't give a fuck, I'm from the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

You wanna follow in my footsteps, put on your gangsta hat
Burn the sack, and be ashamed to mack
I'm to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit comes naturally, so hoes quit me
I never and used to cuss in back of the church

the Max is my birth, packing a gat on the turf
Ready to drop any on contact
You can't keep me calm, black, so me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a grin to place
I live on the edge and the and the brothers space

But no stopping this fool, I'm on a rampage
Breaks out in a damn rage, so try to stand, break
Sit in the range, you'll get maimed, I don't fair
with a mic, in a psyche is a nightmare
And I'm always using my cause I'm slick with a fly bitch

And ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hardhead niggas, yeah, we violence
Talking shit to the 'cause we don't have to stay silent
Steady for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man

Your crew think they tight, but when I come a sad clan
So fuck it, I'm always causing
Whoever wanna disagree then grab my and suck it
Diddley is always doing shit, and I ruin shit
You stepping, your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique

Fuck it, it's just nigga dead
I pulled the trigger and I figure lead, that's the nigga bled
is what I see in the nighttime
Strange and deranged, I ain't in my right

I can't relate, I'm in a dream state
A psychopath, and Dog is my teammate
We, we a closer to and Barney Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in trouble
Motherfucker, we the clique

lunatics, and we known to ruin shit
A terrorist, I ain't been a role model
Nigga I the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't even fucking with no alcohol
But I'll a joint, and get smoked out for y'all

lit, never having a fit
On the avenue, brew, grabbing my dick
And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm a
The nine to your spine, now your ass is

I'm dangerous, and I even mad yet
I drop with and watch you bounce like a bad check
'Cause I'm a mack that's 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling shit

Fool don't understand all the shit that on up in this nigga's head
From the hood come if you would but you might end up
See these sick-ass streets done turned me out
Surviving and making is what it's about

people ask me why I commit crimes there 'em a scratch
But I'm black and I'm and I can't turn back
I was raised as a kid
Because the streets me
More than these schools did

I tried the education system but I it
So now I'm in the game and can't stop it
And I'm a motherfucking threat to
Make the police sweat when check this wreckless minority

You want more of me, come to Oakland, where I be at
Selling with my folks, come close and see I react
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, cars, and fine hoes
On the every day like winos
And I be slipping up off the blunt

So I packs a pump for the punks who try for their stunt
'Cause I would never tell a hoe how I my green
I cut my cream on an un so I can't be
And then I bump up on the block and knock knock

Watch the cop jock as I a be a hot spot
Pushing just to make it
I'm in the game and it's and a nigga can't fake it
I know it's sad what I'm
And I don't a fuck, I'm Ant Diddley Dog and I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz

Nigga you you got the shit in?
You gotta get in where you fit in,
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, bitch
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't with the crew, nigga
You need to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass