Luyện nghe bài hát Illside of Town

In the of town where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder
In the illside of town they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder

In the illside of town where they murder
Get down for your crown, murder, murder
In the illside of town where murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, murder

Ayo, your bizness now, you might not get the chance later
kinda way every day the passion for bustin' your crater
In the, ghetto trigga fingers usually itchin'
is where I leave for war in the dump, like Richie Rich

It gets a mind situation, one occupation get left
New occupation still my niggas feel they death
We're jumpin' on decks with the jumpers at the
Bucka fire

Now, let the preacher
There's a lesson that to be taught
And look who I to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, up niggas with size
Whet up the wildest

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the
Downtown Swingin', index exercisers
Cut 'em some slack, that, it's on
I know you wanna live, I'd see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil' will still stand

I'm thinkin' of a master plan to your man
What make you think you can fuck with Billy Danze?
I'll 4-4 'em, 'em, blow 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that we don't know 'em in the

Illside of town they murder niggas, I'm from the
Illside of where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, motherfuckers
In the illside of town where murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, motherfuckers
'em down

You know my face, I'm the place with two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for
You know my face I'm the place wit two pounds
And trey pounds and four pounds, kill for

You got drug dealers, gun holders, street
Young bitches with attitudes pushing baby
Ghetto how, we dealin' these savages, the average is
Deceased or in jail for splittin' cabbages

The characters that's still the same fellas
They still slingin' heavy metal, ain't but the ghetto
But it's that, ain't that right, black?
my enemies strike, it's only right that I strike back

Here in Crooklyn, trife
Criminals out to take everything from your jewels to life
One way to on these streets, you choose it
Rip up, your clip up, slip up and you lose it

Cops roll up on you, son, got on your gun
up in some shit that your mom's always warned you from
See she won't that it's in the environment
That's why these trigga niggas keep firing

I ain't just fall no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it gotta be goin' out in a
I'm fazed, whether him or me goin' down
No the repercussions, M.O.P. hold it down in the

Illside of town where they niggas
Get down for crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder
Get down for your crown, murder, murder

In the of town where they murder niggas
Get down for crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of town where they murder
Get down for your crown, murder, motherfuckers