Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

What happened to that other
Y'all used to with?

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

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

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

It's your life, you it was a Too Short rap
But you no game, and your bass ain't fat
You need to quit, rapping ain't your place
So back on the grind and don't catch no

Bitches, that's you always be
the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this no race
I pull it out and shoot it in her face

You probably wine her and her
And get jealous when you find her
You're nothing but a
I bet you get ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch

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

And I stop rapping, one thing I never do
Is stop making this shit to ride to
And other rap can see
Dangerous got the funky beats

And when I see ya, and act I don't know ya
I'm Missouri 'cause I can show ya
Why is my so funky it stanks?
Pee Wee, B, and Ant Banks

You outta pocket trying to hang my crew
You of just learned, but it ain't nothing new
happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by music?

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

(MC)

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

Now he's play 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 'cause don't want him
He'll tell a lie almost other minute
I'm Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your rap attack

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

Did that get him, did get it?
(Yeah, you got him)
Wait, it's the
(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, fuck punk-ass nigga
Man trying to fuck with the
Crew, nigga, you hang with this shit
Nigga, we got niggas way tighter you man
You old be me, asshole nigga
with some real niggas from East Oakland, nigga

I'm a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep fucking kids away from me
the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where niggas get shot at
So better 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 black ass

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

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

Show them you the biggest boss
And ain't no stopping the tripping just popping
a and breaking them niggas off
Cause see life ain't nothing but riches to me
Getting with my partners and bitches to see

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

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

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

You wanna follow in my footsteps, well put on gangsta hat
the sack, and don't be ashamed to mack
I'm to tell you how a true player has to be
The shit naturally, so hoes quit asking me
I never listened and used to cuss in of the church

Bracking the Max is my birth, packing a gat on the
Ready to any sucker on contact
You keep me calm, black, so pass me the bomb sack
And watch me extend with a to another place
I on the edge and the Feds and the brothers space

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

And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath
Two hardhead niggas, yeah, we violence
Talking shit to the world 'cause we have to stay silent
Steady for a bad plan, thinking like a mad man

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

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

I relate, I'm stuck in a dream state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my
We, we a closer to Fred and Rubble
So step to Bad-N-Fluenz and you know you in double
Motherfucker, we the Bad-N-Fluenz

Some lunatics, and we known to ruin
A terrorist, I never been a role model
Nigga I grab the fucking 40 and down the bottle
And I even like fucking with no alcohol
But snatch a joint, and get smoked out for y'all

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

I'm dangerous, and I ain't mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you like a bad check
'Cause I'm a that's from 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz ruling

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

Some ask me why I commit crimes there 'em a scratch
But I'm black and I'm trapped and I can't turn
I was as a cruel kid
Because the streets me
than these fake-ass schools did

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

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

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

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

Nigga you think you got the in?
You gotta get in where you fit in,
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you fuck with the crew, nigga
You to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass bitch