Luyện nghe bài hát H.N.I.C.

Yo, it gets no better than
It's the shit on street
It units like Shania Twain on a Mobb beat
The solar system still
Gods listen when I the world pay attention

It's capital P, niggaz rather up
Ya niggaz know my handle, talkin' like you straight
Dunn, I catch you while you shoppin' for
Suprise bitch, shoot is spontaneous

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 bang kid

Nigga I run shit, I set the trend, you get the dick
That's basically it, these rap think I'm talkin' 'bout them
Nigga please, you ain't in my league, jus' follow my

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

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

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

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

I up in the hoods and the projects
Wit dope fiends and crack
Teenage killers with
Best friends cut each throat
And twist own fan backwards

Maybe that'd now, I'm on some rap shit
Album sold out keeps me far from the big
The hand guns from that house
ain't 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 nigga in charge
The boss, the Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status, we
The guns, the drama, the love, the