Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Method

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

Genius]

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

[Verse One:

I'm deep down in the back - in the heart of Medina
About to set off more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the to make noise
So I can blast a and his boys - for what?
He up on the block and made 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 control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over fire
Bum sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to Doe
And we set up camp, we got Vamp
Put the through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame, 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 played
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 need gold, I and reload
Product be sold 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 em out like crops on a farm
to get CREAM, sometimes they repaint the
the last episode on gates and other niggaz
plant bombs til the from the blast becomes thick
and flows through all they knew, he's gun
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay
Mad sick, on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack
His idols would lock down and next extort
some import, catchin ten percent of what the snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, 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 organized crime and drug wars

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

No neighborhood is enough
There is no that's full enough
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product be sold to YOU

The peers that 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