Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

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

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

I'm deep in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make
So I can a nigga 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 connect to cross-sales, to catch mill's
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a over blunt fire
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him
my convo, the address 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 frame like Pan Am 103
He got on, his lungs was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and a pawn
A on the block that played lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he have took out

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

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

It's mandatory that I supply all my troops mega firearms
Big apes and spread 'em out like on a farm
To get cream, sometimes repaint the scene
Like the episode on gates, and other niggas
Plant bombs the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through, all knew, he's gun sick
His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet
Mad sick, stand on and invade wars
foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack
His would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of what the snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch figures, release triggers
And live and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad
She and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his and drug wars

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

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

There's no that's 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