Luyện nghe bài hát Go Long

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne

nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a nigga go long

I'm forever the flyest, my revenue rise
My hustle prescribed, take no consignment
My rival is sex, got a selection of kicks and not your day if I'm selecting your bitch
I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, by the rich
Got that you can sniff
Got not time to play grounds, way too much of a
I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and
I an honest attempt, take my dollars and split
Amongst a politic crips, I'm talking violence and
no sign it exists
I my mind, this is it
I weighed the and the reward and put the grind to this shit
And now the money, the power, I'm to this
And all the hating and debating, that's the cowardice
Claiming frog, you ain't believe til I rock shit
So niggas go long, you can die where you sit, uh

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my hand on your throne

Bitch nigga go long, get
If you ain't a real nigga go

Who OG is cause? His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my nigga DJ Errick, if it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?" And I got a bitch looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad, want a replay fool
I ain't even in the bill, still raise hand
Cannon I still up the freeway who
Yeah I'm with my nigga Nipsey, we fucked up way past a little tipsy
God damnit that's the second goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to and get me
Get bent on a basis
So time it woop
And if am I'm with the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either bitch, millimeters
And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this
Put glasses on
Yeah, I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no for
bitch, big tits, no ass at all, just a bag to roll
I keep it on the low
If a bitch nigga see it he gon up his hands and tell it
But all the real niggas see it, then they ain't seen
Bet I can a hundred thousand by breakfast

It's the old dublin, still the same hustling
Still up, I ain't never going down
I do this rap shit just to rep for my
Got a crib out in Cali and the hill pound
Minding my business, me and my bitches, roll so low I go get it
It be your best friend you pant smith put money in his pocket and still turn witness
My surface smile, I don't fuck with
You say you went a trial, I heard you it all
Asking me for work, nigga hell no
You k one I don seen your file
You niggas fake, you niggas
When you see my don't touch your brakes
I tryin to end up in that place
Get the fuck on, go long, way

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne

nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a real go long