Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

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

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

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

Now I warned niggas that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning niggas that I got my gun
Read to kill, don't bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of just yo casket clothes
Lox, nah you rather wit the cops
Cause I pop and y'all like the optimum box
No feud, it's straight hate wit dude
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our 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 no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop y'all
Only I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo ain't no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm that, I'm always this
But the floor nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting it's a deep ass
I die mama bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the beef on
Should've been out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, the drop
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking your
Push my to the limit kind of hoping it flip
Throw my clip to the tip of hoping you flip
I feel sorry for the crackheads, but for myself
So I got mixed feelings about this hussling
I keep saying I'm gone quit a couple of bricks
But I can't building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch