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' real
Now my in the club gettin' real buck

Blac]
It's kind of hard to keep a mil
If yo name Holyfield
Kick back in the MC
Countin' bills,
me kick in a liquor store
Stop in get a
Peel a in the wind,
Ballin' the free way
Ain't no in the street
on my ass gee,
Three car after me
Ballin' through SPV
man still the same
Clear me as you see me
Holler when I holler, to dip up in another past
Rip it up, it up can I get a Newport?
Pass me one, you sir
Got your whole ankle
givin' shouts
Steve in Bone me that
Straight from the Bounds, lay it
If they cool Gangsta Blac
All my gettin' buck
Bet on my D-Zick
Throw the mic, 'cause I'm so and
Hoe this beginning
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain't that the way it's to go
'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the hoe

[Gangsta
to all them people's rumors,
That's been said folks from Ana
Creepin' through the back a fuckin' gage
to ram and jam ya
All fuckin' slugs up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, of lit fire crackers
spangled banner
Reassess Pieces on yo
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em
be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no damn fool
Hoe you must be high fall
For the nigga gone with yo bad self
Hoe you to fuckin' quick,
Ain't no drunk good
Ain't no killer I wish I
I down all you lemon
Put them jackets on my
Cock my nine, fine
Incase the run mouth
Wusup bitch is you mad, we from the South
To you motor suckers, come in get some of this
ness, wig split stay 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
you must can't understand
Hoe how the you figure
Not with all that reppin'
Not with all that Football
All about roastin' a
All about makin' it
Hood Rat mean's a group of
on yo nut sac's
Sac's of weed is I need
To my brain on this track
Chu-Chu me choke as
I blow out a of smoke
civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for girls and plenty
killer realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two you can't deal with
Bustin' the crowd like a crash
in yo gut, now my nigga's deep
Gettin' buck