Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

I you niggaz would be back
See, see, you to fuck with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you need to holla at boy, man

Stop fuckin' with punk niggaz, man, with that shit
That's you get
That shit stepped on nigga, 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)
Sick of blow up
(Holla @ boy)

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

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

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

of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', of 'em victims
When you from South Central LA
That shit is like weed, a nigga got a headache

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

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

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

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

Ice Cube, back then they to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches love me
'Cause I'm far ugly
Everywhere I go, they kiss and hug me

say "Dopeman, dopeman
I got your money don't turn Konnan"
Don't wanna see the
I am the man from to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get
Try to shake the van, think you're
Oh, my God, this leakin'
Somebody best to the deacon

Any dose is a
your punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you wanna listen
My crack you out like Tyrone Biggums

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

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

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

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

Holla,
But don't two-way a
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a

Dumb
(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)

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 that up
stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

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

Why would you fuck anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ boy)

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

Come on, Cube, let me rap on
I'm, I'm just to sack somethin' up