Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

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

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

Twenty-fo'
(Holla @ boy)
What you need
Come on it, come on with it
(Holla @ boy)

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

what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
Come and see me for that O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole

Bitches fiend for it, then lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but wanna still blow it
you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the

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

Some of 'em lyin', of 'em trickin'
are dyin', some of 'em victims
When you come from South LA
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a

If you it raw, now
Make the 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' on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

Ice Cube, then they used 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"
wanna see the G-hand
I am the man here to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get
Try to shake the van, you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, nigga's leakin'
best to call the deacon

Any dose is a
Leave your punk-ass or a comatose
And if you wanna listen
My shit'll crack you out Tyrone Biggums

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

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

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

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

Holla,
But two-way a nigga
Bitch, that ain't but a transcript

Dumb
(I'll holla)
two-way a nigga man
(I'll holla)

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

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

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

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

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

Why would you fuck anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
That's why you're fucked up right now, 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 tryin' to sack somethin' up