Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Man]

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

Genius]

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

[Verse One:

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 blast a and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of Dow stock
I had to connect to seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth pills
I'm in the park, settin up a over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em
Peeped my convo, the address of my
And how I changed a nigga to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking apart
Snake got on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, Pan Am flight 103
He got on, his lungs was torn, the
kingpin just castled with his and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have out

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

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

Two: Genius]

It's that
I supply all my troops mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like on a farm
to get CREAM, sometimes they repaint the
Like the episode on gates and other niggaz
plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes
and flows through all they knew, gun sick
His clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to
For instance, off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and next
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 plan was to expand, 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 behind closed
And still organized crime and wars

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

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

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