Luyện nghe bài hát Get in Where You Fit In

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

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

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

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

Bitches, what you always be
Like the young 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 probably wine her and her
And get when you can't find her
You're but a mark
I bet you get your ass hanging at the park, bitch

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

And I don't stop rapping, one 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 to hang with my crew
You might of just learned, but it nothing new
What to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by dangerous

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

(MC)

(The gangsta)
Would've never been shit the Bad-Ass Banksta
(The punk)

Now he's play on out
(Like a mark)
Had to put his fat foot in his
(Little bitch)
Quick to say, "I'm sorry" when funny

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

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

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

You that shit?
(Hell yeah)
Damn, you like that,
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 tighter you man
You old be me, asshole 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 hella niggas get at
So you'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped,
'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 taking no
I mean you be a nut, fool
And you give a fuck, you can cut nigga, fuck school
Because that shit don't last long

Get a key an OG and get your fucking cash on
And if a nigga got grip, get your gank on
But if a nigga popping lip, get your on
ever go out like another sucker
You show everybody that you the baddest motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

But ain't no stopping 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 fight
Strike with a mic, in a is a nightmare
And I'm always using my cause I'm slick with a fly bitch

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

Your crew they tight, but when I come they a sad clan
So it, I'm always causing ruckus
Whoever wanna disagree then grab my dick and it
Diddley is always shit, destructive and I ruin shit
You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the clique

Fuck it, it's just another dead
I pulled the and I figure lead, that's when the nigga bled
Bloodshed is I see in the nighttime
and deranged, I ain't in my right mind

I can't relate, I'm stuck in a state
A psychopath, and Diddley Dog is my
We, we a closer to Fred and Barney
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 never a role model
Nigga I the fucking 40 and down the whole bottle
And I don't even like fucking with no
But I'll snatch a joint, and get smoked out for

Getting lit, having a fit
On the avenue, brew, grabbing my dick
And if your talking shit, it's your clique I'm a terrorize
The nine to spine, now your ass is paralyzed

I'm dangerous, and I even mad yet
I drop with couch and watch you bounce a bad check
'Cause I'm a mack that's 8900, bitch
Rappin' Ron and Diddley Dog and Bad-N-Fluenz 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 end up dead
See these sick-ass Oakland streets done me out
Surviving and making cash is what it's

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

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

You want of me, come to Oakland, that's where I be at
Selling dope my folks, come close and see I react
Hard niggas addicted to dirty money, fast cars, and hoes
On the drink day like winos
And sometimes I be up off the blunt

So I packs a for the punks who wanna try for their stunt
'Cause I would never a hoe how I make my green
I cut my cream on an un so I be seen
And I bump up on the block and knock after knock

Watch the cop jock as I create a be a hot
slugs just to make it
I'm in the game and it's real and a nigga fake it
I it's sad what I'm doing
And I give 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 you fit in, bitch
Motherfucker, you outta pocket, punk-ass
Swoll-ass motherfucker, you can't fuck with the crew,
You need to get in where you fit in, you stupid-ass