Luyện nghe bài hát Getto Star

Wait'll niggaz that Tame and Fatal
Got down and made it from Uptown
six sacks and this track that's in the background
Stop stressin' from the up

We messed up off that best stuff that up in yo' Dutch
Situation this, you get blown to bits
Fuckin' with this Brick lyricist, complex than the Pyramids
Here it is, Strictly Biz like print

In between them bong hits, we drop the strong
Chicken heads say, "Who him?" with fucked up
Knotty fro and denims, spendin' up the Benjamins
In city tenements, the Boom odd man

Don't give a fuck Rodman
(What are you doing?)
With no rings Patrick Ewing
(What?)

Still I play regardless
Acquitted the charges throwin' darts up at the heartless
Aimin' for your brain, Tame One, one of the
Brown like the chocolate, your metropolis

Around my way, all they do is dice all day
Escapin' secret indictments, nice all day
let 'em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
Give this letter to the President, before this is over

my way, all they do is shoot dice all day
Escapin' indictments, gettin' nice all day
Don't let 'em fold ya, Outlaws, the Getto soldiers
Give this letter to the President, this shit is over

When Hussein aim, puttin' they brains on like Tame name
Blastin' motherfuckers 'cause they just can't maintain
Y'all plain Jane's gel in the, county of Sing-Sing
Me and Young Noble, got 'em strung hold 'em for

verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
My shit is milk, wearin' shirts with chocolates
Y'all broke and can't cop shit, I get, fit
On evil eye ready to die shit

thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up
I saw this one nigga, get on and your soul got up
Stolen car, roll the bar, toured a lot of city
Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole

a shame how you cowards change the game for narcotic
You get it, don't got it, the love of money get exotic
If you old you get shot at and walk the streets
Without gettin' your lil' money hungry soft ass

Around my way, all do is shoot dice all day
Escapin' indictments, gettin' nice all day
Don't let 'em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star
this letter to the President, before this shit is over

We adapt to the like Eddie Bap on mission
Get an ounce of izm, two and kid listen
Just a dip on the task, my niggaz on the ave
Do a bid and laugh, come and cop a half

Hit me with twenty hundred, what you got was
Now run it, I got this drug spot where I want it
So don't be dissin' new, you ain't got shit to do
Five thousand dollars, free, right out municipal

Niggaz get off to the left like they was southpaws
you to the Outlawz, then let them shoot it out
For what you clock for got than you expected
When I inject correct shit, it gets

Fuckin' comin' up with that shit
Thug and bugged niggaz
Luce, steel is tight, I'm up like midnight
We mics on turnpikes, we swervin' through the lanes
We throw chains at bitches, it's back to New Jeru to get these

Around my way, all they do is dice all day
secret indictments, gettin' nice all day
Don't let em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star
Give this letter to the President, before shit is over