Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

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

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

Twenty-fo'
(Holla @ boy)
you need baby?
Come on with it, 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 them
Come and see me for real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a [Incomprehensible]

fiend for it, then they lean for it
It cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you
offer me the pink slip and the deed

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

Some of 'em lyin', of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', of 'em victims
you come from South Central LA
That shit is dirt weed, a nigga got a headache

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

for that good shit
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, on home
(Holla @ boy)

Ice Cube, back they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches love me
'Cause I'm far from
I go, they 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, this nigga's
Somebody best to call the

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)

for that good shit
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' on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

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

bitch
(I'll holla)
Don't a nigga man
(I'll holla)

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

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

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

Sick of blow up
stepped 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)
why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ boy)

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

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