Luyện nghe bài hát Get Retarded

Uhh, okay, y'all what this is
Jim nigga, we back on this motherfucker
Drama king, drama game, bird
Dip set, diplomat y'all what it is
nigga, for the streets
Harlem, stand up, east side
You know it is, check it

Passed my throwin' weed out the window
Half my they be out the window
Tell Kayslay throw the key out the
I in front so I can see out the window
Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the
So I cypher some eyes, yeah like bikers we ride
yet like pilots we fly
Trust me you be all high
Like a bunch of birds and we dump the
And we the birds but "Mums" the word

Word, man bird gang
I thought you heard
But hold on Holmes, I be stones
Rocked up like a rollin'
up and I hold the chrome
Pop up I will up homes, dip set, he know it's on
Yeah, it ain't fair
I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him
Just bleedin' there, no air
leave him there 'til police get there

Whoo! That's my of work
up bulletproof liner shirt
Then we grind the work, all of work
We watch po-po, they tryin'
Fuck that dough, dyin' of thirst
Huh, so we cop it and fry it
and divide it, toppers supply it
Yeah hit the and he try it
watch the cops when they eye us
Yeah you know our starts riots

If it's we can start it
Start the drama, get
Grab the llama, the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If drama we gon' start it
If it's we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, load the

If it's drama we can it
Start the drama, get
the llama, load the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's drama we gon' it
If it's we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, load the

I pop hoes and ya, nachos and cheese ya
Send Vatos, Choppos and Gablones to ya
They pop yo' top slow, pa and leave ya
I got dough, or chop low flaminga
I got hoes, papo that lock the finger

So all the broads now all town
All now, let's all get all down
Yeah, on the floor now, lower your drawer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you
I'm a gorilla case, Harlem's my place
Nigga what, wait get it what, get it straight
Nigga, get it fucked, get the
Get it up, in face

Yeah, what, nigga hey
how my peeps roll, that's how the streets go
That's street code, G roll, we
Man, the boy gets busy, that's for sure fo'
The boy the busiest, all the of rap

If it's drama we can it
Start the drama, get
Grab the llama, load the
yo' ass into a target
If it's drama we gon' it
If it's problems we gon' it
Big revolvers, you the
the hammers, load the cartridge

If it's we can start it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, the cartridge
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's drama we gon' it
If it's problems we solve it
Big revolvers, you the
the hammers, load the cartridge

I gotta cock and load, pop these hoes
Kill a motherfucker let the glocks
Come up on a corner rocks and blows
Get the gotta rock and roll
Gotta hit him the heaters in the heart
And I hurt him the hollows every time I heard he come around here
If you want the drama get up off the tip
be the only motherfucker servin' dubs and the pounds here

It ain't shit for me to them thangs
If a try to go inside, I come breakin' him off
Catch you slippin' with the rings
And no need for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off
Catch him open when I'm in the do'
Shoot up on the ceiling then I get him on the
Take yo' cash, yo' dro
rugers and a forty-fo'

Get killers, you better go get your gangstas
Better go get hustlers, better go get your riders
Better go get your that'll handle that biz
Kill a nigga even if they do a bid
Dress up like chicken when I you with a wig
Take away mothers and they kidnapped kids

Shoot at us then tit for tat
We the niggaz that be known to hit a lick for
Makin' money puttin' workers on the tit packs
Don't want no drama with the diplomat
I got a desert and a pocket full of shells
hangin' on a tip, make confetti galore
Thinkin' let they pockets swell
It's murder when I'm up the clip and I'm ready for war

Goin' bodies and drillin' the wall
Dead 'em so then you be feelin' the fall
I'm makin' sure my enemy blood's fillin' the halls
When the got static, I'll be killin' them all
'Cause that's drama

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, load the
Turn yo' ass into a
If it's drama we gon' it
If it's we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
the hammers, load the cartridge

If it's drama we can it
the drama, get retarded
Grab the llama, the cartridge
yo' ass into a target
If it's we gon' start it
If it's we gon' solve it
Big revolvers, you the
Load the hammers, load the