Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

Nigga's in the club real buck
Nigga's in the club gettin' buck
Now my nigga's in the club gettin' real
Now my in the club gettin' real buck

Blac]
It's kind of hard to a fuckin' mil
If yo name Holyfield
Kick back in the MC
Countin' bills,
Make me kick in a liquor
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
hittin' the free way
Ain't no in the street
on my ass gee,
Three car deep me
Ballin' through SPV
Gangsta man still the
Clear me as you see me
Holler when I holler, time to dip up in past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
me one, thank you sir
Got your ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo shouts
in Bone taught me that
Straight from the Bounds, lay it
If they cool Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin'
Bet on my D-Zick
Throw the mic, I'm so hype and
Hoe just beginning
Bury shit, hoes, ain't that the way it's suppose to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em
to hit the dirt hoe

[Gangsta
to all them people's rumors,
That's been said bout folks Ana
Creepin' through the back with a gage
to ram and jam ya
All these slugs up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, full of lit crackers
spangled banner
Reassess on yo body
them bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no fool
Hoe you be high down fall
For the nigga De-De gone yo bad self
Hoe you need to quick,
Ain't no drunk lookin'
Ain't no killer I wish I
I buck down all you
Put jackets on my neighborhood
Cock my nine, fine
Incase the run mouth
bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
To you motor suckers, come in get some of this
Noisy ness, wig split up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, to the mighty sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell cause it's to die

[Gangsta
no fuckin' simple man
Take no bullet for no
Trick you must can't
Hoe how the you figure
Not all that reppin' shit
Not with all that shit
All about a bitch
All about makin' it
Hood Rat mean's a group of
on yo nut sac's
Sac's of weed is what I
To my brain on this track
watch me choke as
I blow out a of smoke
Hypnotize civilize, got hold it though
Time to my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for girls and niggas
Fuck killer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don't give a
Paul in lil' man got my back, two you can't deal with
Bustin' through the crowd like a
Dead in yo gut, now my deep
Gettin' buck