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 flinging
Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they blasted
Anything from 220 to 140, that's
need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggas ain't for real

Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload
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I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of
About to set off something more deep a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the to make noise
So I can a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales
the crash in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to more mill's
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, had him wired
my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to Doe
And we set up camp, we got vamped
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs
Snake got on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was
A kingpin castled with 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 rough
There is no clip that's enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload
must be sold to you

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

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with firearms
Big apes and 'em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and other
Plant bombs till the smoke from the becomes thick
And through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and wars
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, out to hurt
For instance, off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock airports and extort
Some import, ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move keys and had the making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, triggers
And live large and than my nigga
Who promised his a mansion with 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

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

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

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