Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

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

Blac]
It's kind of hard to keep a mil
If yo name Holyfield
Kick back in the MC
dollar bills,
Make me kick in a liquor
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
Ballin' the free way
no slippin' in the street
on my ass gee,
Three car deep me
down through SPV
Gangsta man still the
Clear me as you see me
when I holler, time to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
Pass me one, you sir
Got your whole ankle
Ya-Da-Yo shouts
Steve in taught me that
Straight the Bounds, lay it down
If they with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin'
Bet this on my
the mic, 'cause I'm so hype and
Hoe this just
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, that the way it's suppose to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em
Time to hit the hoe

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

[Gangsta
Ain't no fuckin' man
no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must understand
Hoe how the fuck you
Not all that reppin' shit
Not with all Football shit
All roastin' a bitch
All about it rich
Hood Rat mean's a of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut
Sac's of weed is I need
To keep my on this track
Chu-Chu watch me as
I out a cloud of smoke
civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo
it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for and plenty niggas
Fuck killer realer we 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
through the crowd like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my deep
real buck