Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

Yo, the fiends coming fast enough
There is no cut that's pure
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be to you

I'm down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something deep than a misdemeanor
the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can a nigga and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the sales drop
Like the crash in the Dow stock
I had a to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
Than ho-bitches got birth pills
I'm in the park up a deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my
And how I changed a name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the stake through his heart, I his fucking fangs apart
Snake got on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame Pan Am Flight 103
He got on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should have out

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

Fiends coming fast enough
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
must be sold to you

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega
Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a
To get cream, sometimes repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates, and niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all they knew, he's gun
His Glock clicks like high-heeled on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, worth
His idols lock down 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 skis making drops on
The was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and than my nigga
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 organized his crime and wars

Fiends coming fast enough
There is no cut pure enough
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be to you

No neighborhood is enough
There is no clips full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and
Product must be to you

no cuffs that's tight enough
There is no niggas that's fuck us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and
Product must be to you