Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

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

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

Twenty-fo'
(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 that O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a [Incomprehensible]

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

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

of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', 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 call now, look me up,
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that 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)

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

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

get mad, I get even
Try to shake the van, think sleepin'
Oh, my God, this leakin'
Somebody to call the deacon

Any dose is a
Leave punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you don't 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 hallway on
(Holla @ boy)

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

Holla,
But two-way a nigga
Bitch, that nothin' but a transcript

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

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 hallway on
(Holla @ boy)

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

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

Why would you fuck with else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
That's why fucked up right now, ain't 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