Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' Be Some Shit *

I think it's time I feeling bitchy
I've too nice, too motherfucking long
Yeah, it's definitely time I get
(Goin' be shit)

Yeah, yo, if I can't talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and at unfamiliar faces
First y'all niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a nigga's by readin the Vibe
some faggit-ass reporter don, wrote in your life
I the presses, don't let this be your last interview you do
I say it straight, print it straight to this bullet wound boo
And y'all kill me with that Windy Williams shit
see a player ?, swear a nigga Puff jerkin niggas money
Something ain't right, them ain't got no whips
Where they at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
y'all doing nothing, I can buy a ? for a bitch
Now let me see what else, oh these hoes act like we married
We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my on jacks
That's why you get smacked, cause y'all ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these brothers don't go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever write your
Might as well hold your microphone, that's how I if it ain't your own
But we spit as individually writ, why you sixteen stars to write your
balls
Bought sixteen cars and ain't like none of them yours
y'all lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the fuck up

Shut the up
(Hot damn)
(Going be shit)

Yo, yo, yo, hey yo I pump up, get big through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos that's to the bar, kid
No weed, as an ox the big man from Lox
You see solo in spots, no crew just blocks
The freaky one, mom said I was to be done
Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to
But I can't help that, you bless me with looks and pops with the yanks
So now the gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my been rough until Puff showed me the better things in life
And how to live phat like Biggie, so I my shit like that
Half rough half jiggy, this part time college nigga, time job
Had to taste the cake one and decided to rob, and buy drugs
slipping almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
Shorty the building with the pump out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my head down, I ain't know, word yo
And then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the eagle clan, so if niggas click they know by now they better
? wha

Yo, hey yo, my whole click ConAir, every time we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, plastic, plastic
Now that's sweet, undetected, so when I walk through the scanners it beep
I hear fuck Sheek, fuck the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so they signed to Bad Boy
jerkin them anyway, but the difference is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still
Seeing
Push the big boy toys that fly by like
So I sit and ? like a bitch, Lox in
Up in daddios fucking hoes, the groupy chicas
So fuck y'all, we paid y'all ?, we train continuously, cause we

I rock you ran up them stairs, we run up charts and stop til one of us

With one through the heart, but even that won't stop us
Cause or spirit gon' us, till we rich and old, hand worn down from

In the hall of fame, we killed this game in your website spiders
Old and gray we're still the same Lox you divide us, wha