Luyện nghe bài hát Hide Out Or Ride Out

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I strike a load you get served I ain't to be with
Fake Buster get with, you provoke it
I explode it, unload it, it, unload again and
Put clip in, 50 Shots to win I can't lose its Impossible
I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin' you
I be bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set
Leave the set and a beef kicker wet
Jet off the scene with the Fighters
Red Dot Sighers, all week Flighters
I'ma get 'cha when ya expect it
Cock the Glock check it, a Vase can't it boy
Is ya I leave yo set wetty
Slugs flyin' high got ya real heavy
Ya move, ya got bucked now ya stuck
Left wet on the set, tell yo boys to ya up
Out cold, swole, eyes drove
I know Fa'sho you ain't gone test me no
Yo block tore, yo Family in clothes
You got blowed, and in yo is many holes
This goes, A Lot of rounds of
I show how Niggas drove
Ya boy, me and my niggas did it to ya
Automatic, Black Trigger Pullers
That's how we be, loadin' then release
Eight deep, in the 300 E, leather seats, and in the trunk
Up the street, where I score ain't for me
The B.G. the name I go by
Test me? You die ask bout it
Out, if ya clip slide out, Ride Out
Yo bout to die out
Move yo People I'm burnin' down the street
The Night Creepers, bout to our enemy
Lights Off, Mask On Silent
Life's we don't left yo block quiet
Retaliate wait, you not boy
Cause I'm a Hot Boy, Nine-Milli Boy
Chopper gunnin' you scared, you see us
Start movin' me and Juvey when we

In yo lap yo brain sit, got a splittin' through bricks
A you Crucifix, up in the dirt I be knockin' dicks
Smooth and Beretically, my pocket to Six Figures
I'm polverizin' niggas pullin' with two triggers
On my body theres a of me
It only out at night though
Them got me on a flight
Duck Tape'N and takin' life, or even
It could be Three O'clock, on a by Church
Yo brains I'ma have to
You shouldn't have with me first
Gettin' of some Malcolm, Adams Apple I scalp 'em
Got Richard Penatin for National Guards to come help him
seldom when ya see, when you do what do you do?
Bust back, be a head shot, if not then it's through
I'm comin' around the bout to pull a Meatball on ya
Fully dressed a hoe, and in my purse is a Calico
Me and Lil Turk if you of a merger on a murder
50 G'z on his head, what the did you say?
50 G'z Fa'sho that nigga next door
Call the man, give him a rang, the sucker change
I fuck with that rap shit, but acts a donkey on the low
A Hot Boy representin' this like Black and Moe

I start to niggas start to droppin'
I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell
Niggas Four, Five rangin' in my ear
I'm not scared, cause I'm Soldier, and have no fuckin' fear
In my sleep at night, I'm war fights
Wakin' up thinkin' a took my fuckin' life
shit, mind clickin' like a light switch
Who picked you up on any or any bitch
give a fuck, steady bangin' in dodgin' camoflaguin'
With my Mack- Elivin' , Hot Boy$, that whole Ca$h Click
Don't fuck with, unless we to get in yo shit
I'm Shell Shock bitch, only on my mind
Kill a with that fuckin' Chrome-9
Don't have time for them dog
through a stage with that Chopper and that 4-4

What's this shit I hear you boys Partners-N-Crime
You think you U.N.L.V. you bitches the last time
Now you gonna shine, let me put on yo mind
Look I was born in this bitch for hits, and protectin' shit
Its a Fa'sho thing, I'ma drama or I'ma wet 'cha
Ya be bout ya Issue, if not God bless ya
make you think 2-2-6 wasn't strong?
That's we do, you wrong
They both com and they
Off Toppers, deal with you and yo Partners
T.C. , L.D. , Willard Street with
Drama is the for Ca$h, we play it right though
I'm comin' to get a nigga ass, I'm them white folks
Look, be bout it, if not better be rowdy
It's all in yo mind ha?, You shine, ha
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