Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Method

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

Genius]

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

[Verse Genius]

I'm down in the back streets - in the heart of Medina
to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for
He up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the of Dow Jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more
Than ho-bitches got control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em
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 through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs
Snake got 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 his rook 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
is no clip that's full 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 pure enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload,
Product be sold to YOU

Two: 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 the scene
Like the last episode on gates and niggaz
plant bombs til the smoke from the blast thick
and flows all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to
For instance, chop off hands, worth
His would lock down airports and next extort
some import, catchin ten of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They move and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger my nigga
Who promised his moms a with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her
Open wounds, he hid behind doors
And still organized crime and wars

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

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

The that come is tight enough
is no niggaz that's fucking up
I fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
must be sold... to YOU