Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Man]

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

[Chorus:

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

[Verse Genius]

I'm down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep a misdemeanor
the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the 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 sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the of my condo
And how I a nigga name to John Doe
And we set up camp, we got Vamp
Put the stake his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set Brandon Lee
out the frame, like Pan Am flight 103
He got swung on, his was torn, the
kingpin just with his rook and lost a pawn
A on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he have took out

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

The fiends 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

Two: Genius]

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

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

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

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