Luyện nghe bài hát Getto Star

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

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

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

give a fuck like Rodman
(What are you doing?)
With no rings Patrick Ewing
(What?)

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

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

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

When Hussein aim, puttin' they brains on walls Tame name
Blastin' these motherfuckers 'cause they just maintain
Y'all plain Jane's gel in the, Well's of Sing-Sing
Me and Young Noble, got 'em strung 'em for hostage

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 eye ready to die shit

thug shit, niggaz get beat down and shot up
I saw one nigga, get stolen on and your soul got up
Stolen car, roll past the bar, a lot of city
Gave him an eighth and he his whole 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 the streets
Without gettin' your money hungry soft ass spot

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

We adapt to the system like Bap on mission
Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs and kid
Just a dip on the task, my little on the ave
Do a bid and laugh, come and cop a half

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

Niggaz get played off to the left they was southpaws
Toss you to the Outlawz, then let them it out
For what you clock for got more than you
When I inject correct shit, it hectic

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

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