Luyện nghe bài hát Getto Star

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lyrics toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
My shit is milk, wearin' silk with chocolates
Y'all broke and 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 the bar, toured a lot of city
Gave him an eighth and he cooked his whole

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' comin' up with that next
Thug niggaz and 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 to get these riches

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