Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Method

Aiyyo Shorty, yo my word
Oh, y'all y'all piss 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, that's
Y'all niggaz step the off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for

Genius]

Yo, the fiends coming 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 One:

I'm down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make
So I can a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of Dow Jones
I had to to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got control pills
I'm in the park, up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em
Peeped my convo, the of my condo
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 fangs
Snake got smoked on the set like Lee
Blown out the frame, Pan Am flight 103
He got on, his lungs was torn, the
kingpin castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should took out

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

The fiends ain't fast enough
There is no cut pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload,
Product be sold to YOU

[Verse Two:

It's that
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 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 shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack
His idols would lock down airports and extort
some import, catchin ten percent of what the 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 and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad
She died, and he still put a hundred in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid closed doors
And still organized crime and wars

The ain't coming fast enough
There is no cut full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product be sold to YOU

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

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