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 nigga

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 album like kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get shine on
I'm bout to cop rocks y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry bout why I got mine on
I want some new shit, I don't want nothing you can tell time on
Things ain't all good now
Cause some niggas die an turn all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like nigga j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is and some acd's
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And puff wear scarmas and listen to thomas
running and hide and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause gotta die

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't worry bout no doctor
It ain't gone be one of those just yo clothes
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight wit dude
So I'm and let the morgue zip up your 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 hear a nigga raps no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
Only time I cop shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my shit like cash flo and elian's pop

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