Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

[Intro: Method

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

[Chorus:

Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast
There is no cut pure enough
I can't fold, I 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 more deep than a misdemeanor
the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for
He pushed up on the block and made the sales drop
Like the crashin of Dow Jones
I had to to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control
I'm in the park, settin up a over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em
Peeped my convo, the of my condo
And how I changed a name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the through 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 on, his lungs was torn, the
kingpin just castled with his rook and a pawn
A on the block, and played look-out
For predator with a glock, he should have took out

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

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

Two: Genius]

It's that
I supply all my troops with firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a
to get CREAM, they repaint the scene
Like the last on gates and other niggaz
plant bombs til the from the blast becomes thick
and flows all they knew, he's gun sick
His clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to
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 and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live and bigger 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 organized crime and wars

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

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

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