Luyện nghe bài hát Goin' Be Some Shit *

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

Yeah, yo, well if I can't talk less squall finish like the westerns
Ten paces, turn around and squeeze at faces
y'all industry niggas shut the fuck up
Swear you know a shit by readin the Vibe
Well some faggit-ass don, wrote in your life
I stop the presses, don't let this be your 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
Well see a player ?, swear a nigga Puff jerkin money
ain't right, them niggas ain't got no whips
Where rolley's at, but fuck y'all we got more chips
Shit doing nothing, I can buy a ? for a bitch
Now let me see what else, oh these hoes act like we married
We engaged, don't be mad if I don't take you backstage
Yo, if I hit that I hit that, why don't you leave it at
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 of these younger brothers don't go on that turn
As for MC's, whoever write your rhymes
Might as well your microphone, that's how I feel if it ain't your own
But we spit as individually writ, why you paid sixteen stars to your
balls
Bought like sixteen cars and ain't like none of them
y'all niggas lucked up and made it through these doors, shut the 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, that's 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 freaky one, mom said I was soon to be
Because I sexed more, and my yet to begun
But I can't that, you bless me with they looks and pops with the yanks
So now the gimme brain, and spot me faster in his hand
Sheek baby, my style been rough until Puff me the better things in life
And how to live like Biggie, so I present my shit like that
Half rough half jiggy, part time college nigga, part time job
Had to taste the cake one time and decided to rob, and buy
Caught almost got Sheek plugged, Jack Daniel, dog
Shorty rushed the building with the out, he spit around I'm like, whoa!
I guess it was God that pushed my down, cause I ain't know, word yo
And since then neither or christian, but I keep the faith in Him
Plus the desert eagle clan, so if click they know by now they better
? wha

Yo, hey yo, my whole click been ConAir, every we fly but we don't jack shit
We play it cool when in doubt no cash, plastic, gats
Now that's sweet, undetected, so when I walk through the it don't beep
I hear fuck Sheek, the Lox, Styles, and Jay, so what they signed to Bad Boy
Puff jerkin them anyway, but the is if I'm gettin jerked I'm still
Seeing
Push the big boy that fly by like zooms
So I sit and ? a bitch, Lox in Cancun
Up in daddios wild hoes, the groupy chicas
So fuck y'all, we paid ?, we train hard 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' guide us, till we rich and old, worn down from

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