Luyện nghe bài hát Heavy Weights

Geyeah!
em
I said ya hit the ground and don't be late
pay dues we heavy weights

1:

Been bringin' the pain since hotter than
My crews do-or-die, to ride high
Clients fuck us (uhh uhh)
Like hammer can't touch us, ruckus
No short-stop get it from the realer
clock the dollar billa
I said y'all ain't stood too tall
Like mike gotta off the wall
Needs cheese cos the got my pockets with holes
Keeps bitin on my like yo' ass suppose
Mr got the paper (uh huh), no doubt
Been doin crimes, one time Eiht and out
Can't stop it though, yo pounds to push
In the back of the alley New to Cali
Got em fly like birds, ok who got the
it cool, one-time try to stick up
Geyeah!

Ya best hit the and don't be late
My crews pay dues we heavy
And don't hero you might get shot
Cos you got scrill like the scrill we got

2:

Watch out for the
One-time tryin ta get me for the murder
nuttin happenin
Best step back, the guns gone
Ya know how we do, the come strapped
In a minute, wait, pushin '96
And niggas 'round with s's on their chests
The problem solver, uhh uhh, revolver
Executor, the kid the straight shooter
Got it locked cos all the fiends be beggin for the tight
My nigga muggs got it sold like white
Best hit the jack, situation's lookin grim
Be's like tina out on a
We's niggas, we make the paper on the regular
Got thousands but still floss on burnt-out
I'm tellin ya we runs the fuckin show
And you can't see me go (bing!)

(x2)

3:

I push ya round like mr biggs stuff in the
No tv screen my access live
Got the glocks on ready to shake rumps teddy
Keeps ya distance we be's the gs deadly
the cristal chilled in my favourite cup
Gots money to burn, no way is up
I hangs with the playas and rolls with the
Keeps my grip, trust a bitch
You knows the business, paper, son
Gets the cash, be's a On The Run
known as chester who gets the cheesin
Everybody lay when I starts the squeezin
For the money I do's the evilest
Keeps my work goin to the happy fiends
It don't to the break o' dawn
Half ounce the chronic, dom perrignon

(x2)

Geyeah! (ya hit the ground)
Mc eiht in the house one-two (ya hit the ground)
My nigga muggs in the house one-two (don't hero)
Can't fuck the crew, schyeah!
(heavy weights) geeyeah!
'97 in the house, geyeah!

Ya best hit the ground and be late
My crews pay dues we heavy
And don't play you might get shot
Cos you ain't got scrill...muggs one