Luyện nghe bài hát Getto Star

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

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

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

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

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

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 letter to the President, before this shit is over

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

When Hussein aim, puttin' brains on walls like Tame name
Blastin' these 'cause 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

verbally toxic, spit like doubled edged optics
My shit is milk, wearin' silk shirts chocolates
Y'all broke and cop shit, I get, physically fit
On some eye ready to die shit

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

It's a shame how you cowards change the for narcotic
You don't get it, don't got it, the of money get exotic
If you old you get at and can't walk the streets
gettin' your lil' money hungry soft ass spot

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, this shit is over

We adapt to the system like 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, come home and cop a

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

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 you expected
I inject correct shit, it gets hectic

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

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