Luyện nghe bài hát Illside of Town

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

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

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

It gets a mind blowin' situation, one occupation get
New occupation still my niggas feel they facin'
jumpin' on decks with the jumpers at the tire
Bucka fire

Now, let the preacher
There's a lesson need to be taught
And who I brought to teach
I pack fifteen in my 45, pick up niggas with
up the wildest survive

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

I'm thinkin' of a master to lace your man
What make you that you can fuck with Billy Danze?
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, 'em to show 'em
That we don't give a fuck about that nigga we 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, murder
In the illside of town where they murder
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 my face I'm from the place wit two pounds
And trey and four pounds, kill for Brownsville

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

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

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

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

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

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

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