Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

A-yo shorty, yo that's my
Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught
Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word getting blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's
need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas crazy for real

Yo, the ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
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I'm deep down in the back streets, in the of Medina
About to set off something deep than a misdemeanor
the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and the dope sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow Jones
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal blunt fire
Bum sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the like Pan Am Flight 103
He got on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and a pawn
A regular on the that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should took out

No neighbourhood is enough
There is no clip that's enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product must be to you

Fiends ain't fast enough
There is no cut that's enough
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product be sold to you

It's mandatory that I all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes and 'em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the
Like the last on gates, and other niggas
Plant bombs till the from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, gun sick
His Glock clicks like shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move keys and had the skis drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion mad room
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her
Open wounds, he hid behind doors
And organized his crime and drug wars

Fiends ain't coming fast
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and
Product must be to you

No neighborhood is rough
There is no clips that's enough
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product be sold to you

There's no cuffs that's tight
There is no niggas that's fuck us
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product be sold to you