Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

I knew you niggaz be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I
Yeah, you need to at your boy, man

Stop fuckin' with punk niggaz, man, with that shit
That's you get
That shit on nigga, that's what you get
I got raw, I got that, uh

seven
(Holla @ boy)
you need baby?
Come on it, come on with it
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day, in the
(Holla @ boy)
of that blow up
(Holla @ boy)

That's what you get for fuckin' with niggaz
Come and see me for real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a [Incomprehensible]

Bitches fiend for it, they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still it
What you need, what you
Hoes offer me the pink and the deed

Treat it just weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her
I'm a hustler, you a
Them other niggaz you like, straight ya

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em
Others are dyin', of 'em victims
When you come South Central LA
That shit is like dirt weed, a got a headache

If you it raw, now
Make the now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that shit
a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on
(Holla @ boy)

Ice Cube, then they used to fuck me
Now I'm hot, these bitches still love me
I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go, wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman,
I got your money don't turn Konnan"
Don't see the G-hand
I am the man here to Cleveland

get mad, I get even
Try to the van, think you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, nigga's leakin'
Somebody best to the deacon

Any is a overdose
Leave punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you don't wanna
My shit'll you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you it raw, now
the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need,
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, on home
(Holla @ boy)

Holla,
But don't a nigga
Bitch, ain't nothin' but a transcript

bitch
(I'll holla)
Don't two-way a man
(I'll holla)

If you it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up,
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that good
Take a look, bitch, what you need,
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of blow up
Gettin' on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

years
I've servin' you fiends
For twenty
(Holla @ boy)

Why would you with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
That's why you're fucked up right now, it?
(Holla @ boy)

You to get at me
You know I got it and I know you it
(Holla @ boy)o

on, Cube, let me rap on here
I'm, I'm tryin' to sack somethin' up