Luyện nghe bài hát Illside of Town

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

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

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

It gets a mind situation, one occupation get left
New occupation still my niggas feel facin' 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 who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas with
Whet up the survive

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

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

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

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

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

The characters that's left still the fellas
They still heavy metal, ain't nothing but the ghetto
But it's like that, ain't right, black?
When my enemies strike, it's right that I strike back

Here in Crooklyn, it's
Criminals out to take everything your jewels to your life
One way to survive on streets, you choose it
Rip up, load your up, slip up and you lose it

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

I just fall into no grave
If I get bodied, it gotta be goin' out in a blaze
I'm fazed, it's him or me goin' down
No matter the repercussions, M.O.P. it down in the

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

In the illside of 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, murder