Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

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

Blac]
It's kind of to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo name Holyfield
Kick back in the MC
Countin' bills,
me kick in a liquor store
Stop in get a
a chin in the wind,
Ballin' the free way
Ain't no slippin' in the
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 another
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
me one, thank you sir
Got your ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo shouts
Steve in Bone me that
Straight from the Bounds, lay it
If they cool with Blac
All my gettin' buck
Bet on my D-Zick
the mic, 'cause 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
Wusup to all people's rumors,
That's been said bout folks Ana
Creepin' through the with a fuckin' gage
to ram and jam ya
All these slugs up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, full of lit crackers
Star banner
Reassess Pieces on yo
Hittin' bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no fool
Hoe you must be high down
For the nigga De-De with yo bad self
Hoe you to fuckin' quick,
Ain't no drunk good
Ain't no killer I wish I
I buck down all you
Put them jackets on my
Cock my nine, fine
the run they mouth
Wusup is you mad, cause we from the South
To you motor mouth suckers, in get some of this
Noisy ness, wig split up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell it's time to die

[Gangsta
Ain't no simple man
no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must can't
Hoe how the you figure
Not with all that shit
Not with all that Football
All about a bitch
All about makin' it
Rat mean's a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut
of weed is what I need
To keep my brain on track
watch me choke as
I out a cloud of smoke
Hypnotize civilize, got dope it though
Time to find my nigga, let me in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white with the bumpin' back
you bitches, this for girls and plenty niggas
Fuck killer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, I don't give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga's you deal with
Bustin' through the crowd a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my deep
Gettin' real