Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

A-yo shorty, yo my word
Oh, y'all smelling piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get flinging
Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting
Anything from 220 to 140, that's
Y'all need to step the off
Y'all niggas ain't crazy for

Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast
There is no cut pure enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload
must be sold to you

I'm deep in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to noise
So I can a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the and made the dope sales drop
Like the in the Dow Jones stock
I had a to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth control
I'm in the park setting up a deal over fire
Bum sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the stake 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 swung on, his lungs was
A kingpin just castled his rook and lost a pawn
A on the block that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he have took out

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

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

mandatory that I supply 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 smoke from the blast becomes
And flows through, all knew, he's gun sick
His Glock like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack
His idols would down airports and extort
import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
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 than my
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad
She died and he still put a hundred grand in her
Open wounds, he hid behind doors
And still 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 and reload
Product be sold to you

No is rough enough
is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product be sold to you

There's no cuffs tight enough
There is no niggas fuck with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product be sold to you