Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' Be Some Shit *

I think it's time I start feeling
been too nice, too motherfucking long
Yeah, it's time I get nasty
(Goin' be shit)

Yeah, yo, well if I talk less squall finish streets like the westerns
Ten paces, around and squeeze at unfamiliar faces
First y'all industry niggas shut the up
you know a nigga's shit by readin the Vibe
Well some 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 avoid bullet wound boo
And y'all niggas kill me with Windy Williams shit
Well see a player ?, swear a nigga jerkin niggas money
Something right, them niggas ain't got no whips
Where they rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more
Shit y'all doing nothing, I can buy a ? for a
Now let me see what else, oh yeah hoes act like we married
We ain't engaged, don't be mad if I don't you backstage
Yo, if I hit I hit that, why don't you leave it at that
Instead you try to star sixty-nine my bitches on
That's why you get smacked, cause y'all ain't never gon' learn
That's why many of these younger brothers go on that turn
As for y'all MC's, whoever write rhymes
Might as well hold your microphone, that's how I feel if it ain't own
But we spit as individually writ, why you paid stars to write your
balls
Bought like 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 up, get big walk through the party jig
Hat back, tattoos straight to the bar, kid
No weed, as an ox the big man from Lox
You see solo in some spots, no crew just
The one, mom said I was soon to be done
Because I sexed more, and my career's yet to
But I can't help that, you bless me with they looks and pops the yanks
So now the dimes gimme brain, and spot me in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff showed me the better things in
And how to live phat like Biggie, so I my shit like that
Half rough jiggy, this part time college nigga, part time job
Had to the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy drugs
Caught slipping got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the building with the pump out, he spit I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo
And then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if niggas they know by now they better
? wha

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

I rock you ran up stairs, we run up charts and won't stop til one of us

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

In the hall of fame, we killed game in your website like spiders
Old and we're still the same Lox you can't divide us, wha