Luyện nghe bài hát Get Retarded

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

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

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

Whoo! my kind of work
Fucked up bulletproof liner
Then we the work, all kind of work
We watch po-po, tryin' alerts
Fuck that dough, they dyin' of
Huh, so we cop it and fry it
Chop and divide it, toppers it
Yeah hit the and he try it
watch the cops when they eye us
Yeah you our block starts riots

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

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

So all the now all across town
All aboard now, all get all down
Yeah, on the floor now, lower your down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I you thir-sty
I'm a gorilla case, Harlem's my villa
what, nigga wait get it what, get it straight
Nigga, get it fucked, get the
Get it up, in your

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

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

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

It ain't shit for me to throw thangs
If a nigga try to go inside, I come him off
you slippin' with the shiny rings
And ain't no for you to get dramatic on takin 'em off
him open when I'm kickin' in the do'
Shoot up on the then I get him on the flo'
Take yo' cash, yo' dro
Mac-11 and a forty-fo'

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

Shoot at us it's tit for tat
We the niggaz that be known to hit a lick for
Makin' money puttin' workers on the tit with
want no drama with the honorary diplomat
I got a desert eagle and a pocket of shells
Opposition on a tip, make confetti galore
Thinkin' let they pockets swell
It's murder when I'm fillin' up the and I'm ready for war

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

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

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