Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go head

You gotta slap me five or give me a hug
And it hurts you gotta kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks that y'all niggas can on
Don't worry why I ain't got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't nothing that you can tell time on
ain't all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
can stop acting like that nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and acd's
gon make me lay something down I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we coming cause somebody gotta die

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting of dro
Go head you we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head though
Go you know we hitting plenty of hos
Go head you we ripping plenty of shows
Go head you know we coming y-o
Go head truly go head really though

Now I warned y'all niggas sheek was the one
Now I'm y'all niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No paper feud, straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the morgue zip up crew
You wanna on our dicks and go whilly yo bikes
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you stick to the
And I don't hear a nigga raps no
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
Only time I cop y'all if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I my shit back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor stay like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
When I die mama bury me wit street on
drama be the threapy, the beef goes on
Should've been speaking out of it it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
Live for the money, die for my niggas, run the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my whip to the limit kind of hoping it
Throw my clip to the tip kind of you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this shit
I keep saying I'm quit after a couple of bricks
But I can't stop building and I pop children
But I got no kidnapping a bitch