Luyện nghe bài hát Illside of Town

In the illside of town where murder niggas
Get for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
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 murder
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 your crater
In the, ghetto where trigga usually itchin'
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, Richie Rich

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

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

Wack crews see M.O.P. is the livest
Downtown Swingin', index finger
Cut 'em slack, fuck that, it's on
I you wanna live, I'd rather see you torn
Out the frame, Bill and Lil' 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 about nigga we don't know 'em in the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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