Luyện nghe bài hát H.N.I.C.

Yo, it gets no than this
the hottest shit on street
It move units like Shania Twain on a Mobb
The solar system still
Gods when I speak the world pay attention

capital P, niggaz rather hang up
Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin' like you thug
Dunn, I catch you while you for kicks
Suprise bitch, shoot outs is

And, oh from now on, me Columbo
'Cause I come through wrinkled up, think I give a
Look at my chain, at my anklet
But are you listenin' to the words man? My shit kid

Nigga I run shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
That's it, these rap niggaz think I'm talkin' 'bout them
Nigga please, you in my league, jus' follow my lead

I be the H.N.I.C.
The head nigga in
The boss, the Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status, we
The guns, the drama, the love, the

The H.N.I.C., the head nigga in
The guns, the drama, the love, the
The boss, the Crunch dog, the sarge
The M.O.B.B., the status, we

I'm all over, me and my dogs this
We pop bottles, celebrate death blow a kiss
At your bitch, wish pain on your kids
on your casket kick ya tombstone and shit, dog

And I ain't even that foul a dude
But fair in love and war it's whatcha hand called for
Now ya mans wanna ride for your
But fuck it, they get it too, simple as you

And I be if they put they hands on me
Money brings power and guns in parties
niggaz on Amtrak with those for your body
It pays for thirty tickets if we got beef, huh
Hardly, you all what that is

I up in the hoods and the projects
Wit dope fiends and heads
Teenage killers Mack-10s
friends cut each other's throat
And twist own fan backwards

Maybe that'd live now, I'm on rap shit
Album sold out me far from the big house
The hand guns from bigger house
'Cuz nobody cuttin' for me to enforce to hold it down like

The H.N.I.C.
The head in charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the
The boss, the Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status, we

The H.N.I.C., the head in charge
The boss, the Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status, we
The guns, the drama, the love, the