Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

I'm deep down in the streets, in the heart of Medina
to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make
So I can blast a and his boys,for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales
Like the crash in the Dow stock
I had a to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the setting up a deal over blunt fire
Bum nigga on the bench, they had him wired
Peeped my convo, the 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 his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame Pan Am Flight 103
He got swung on, his was torn
A just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should have out

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

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

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a
To get cream, sometimes they the scene
Like the episode on gates, and other niggas
Plant till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And through, all they knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on floors
Mad sick, on hills and invade wars
foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack
His idols lock down airports 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 large and bigger 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 organized his crime and drug wars

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

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

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