Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Man]

Shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all y'all gold
Yo anybody get playin
here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything two-twenty to one-fourty, that's mine
Y'all niggaz the fuck off
niggaz ain't crazy for real

[Chorus:

Yo, the ain't coming fast enough
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product must be to YOU

One: Genius]

I'm down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off more deep 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 block and made the dope drop
the crashin of Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em
Peeped my convo, the address of my
And how I a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like Lee
out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his was torn, the
kingpin castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and look-out
For playing with a glock, he should have took out

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

The fiends ain't fast enough
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload,
Product must be to YOU

[Verse Genius]

It's mandatory
I supply all my with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a
to get CREAM, sometimes repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and niggaz
plant bombs til the smoke the blast becomes thick
and flows through all they knew, he's gun
His glock clicks, like high-heeled on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, out to hurt
For instance, off hands, attack worth
His idols would down airports and next extort
import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move keys and had skis making on snowmobiles
The was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger my nigga
Who his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid closed doors
And still crime and drug wars

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

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

The peers come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that's up
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product be sold... to YOU