Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo the motherfucking noise up
get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are distorting, bring it down a bit
Okay, now we working it
The boy on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Hov' chea
Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's on now?
Can I to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute
gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to motherfuckers, uhh

Guess who's
You smelling crack in my clothes
Don't me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing roads
When I was hugging it, niggas do nothing with it
Straight from the oven with it, came from the
I emerged from it all without a on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she in me
with me, pain plus work
Shit she me milk this game for all it's worth
That's right, these can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts every time, drag my every time
Homey, we make a combination don't we?
Me and the Face Mob, every time we
Face it y'all, y'all niggas basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm feet tall
Homey, I'm in the with the AC on
That's why the, streets me dawg, I'm so cool!

Guess who's
on the block with the old Face Mob
Mack Mittens and
make me relapse
Back to the block the fo'
Cuz this street is all I know

From the to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a spoon
Trying to me forty thousand and move
Motels, star-studded, stars and goons
Plain wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's It's ya boy Face Mob
Started with an eightball, get this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you know how the go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go the grain (no)
I'm out here to grind mo', up in the paper chase
I wanna fuck a hoe and candy paint the 88
Don't got no wholesale, cause ain't how I wanna run it
Here take these five stones and bring a nigga a hundred
Gotta see my feet dude, you do a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the fool
is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for of the time
We go to war and you ain't making a (ha ha!)
Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his
My walking gotta get him some shoes
It's a new game doing, lemme ya the rules
Get outta and I'ma give ya the blues
It's a new game doing, lemme give ya the
Get line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!

who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr.
Turn a whole one from a half a brick, I mastered this
You can smell it once the plastic
A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gasket
You can ya chips swell up, ya don't have to pitch
Play them corners like a safety, the traffic switch
Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get the blitz
And keep ya whole hood on flip, like on
Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of
Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block like a of water
Shit I to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old
Slanging loose quarters, Philly cat back gatted (had it)
fucking with them crack addicts
Still with that black-matic

Guess bizack?
Back on the with the old Face Mob
Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me
Back to the block the fo'
Cuz this street shit is all I