Luyện nghe bài hát Getto Star

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Around my way, all they do is shoot all day
Escapin' secret indictments, gettin' all day
let 'em fold ya, Outlawz, the Getto Star soldiers
Give this letter to the President, 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 home and cop a

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

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

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

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 shit is