Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Man]

Aiyyo Shorty, yo my word
Oh, smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught
Over here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be
Anything from two-twenty to one-fourty, that's
niggaz step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz crazy for real

[Chorus:

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

One: Genius]

I'm deep down in the streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep a misdemeanor
Under the subway, for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his - for what?
He up on the block and made the dope sales drop
the crashin of Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to seals, to catch more mil's
Than got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, had em wired
my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the stake his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his was torn, the
kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a
A regular on the block, and played
For playing predator with a glock, he should took out

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

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

[Verse Genius]

It's that
I supply all my with mega firearms
Big apes, and em out like crops 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 becomes thick
and through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on and invade wars
Filthy foul, dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down and next extort
some import, catchin ten percent of the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move keys and had skis making on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch figures, release triggers
And live large and than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion mad rooms
She died, and he still put a grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed
And still organized crime and wars

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

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