Luyện nghe bài hát Illside of Town

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

In the illside of town they murder niggas
Get for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the of town where they murder niggas
Get for your 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 fingers usually itchin'
Here is where I leave for war in the dump, like Rich

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

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

Wack crews will see M.O.P. is the
Downtown Swingin', index exercisers
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 thinkin' of a master plan to lace man
What make you think that you can with Billy Danze?
I'll 4-4 'em, flow 'em, blow 'em to 'em
That we don't a fuck about that nigga we don't know 'em in the

Illside of where 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 for your crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
'em down

You know my face, I'm from the 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 pounds, kill for Brownsville

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

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

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

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

I ain't fall into no grave
If I gotta get bodied, it 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 down for crown, murder, murder motherfuckers
In the illside of where they murder niggas
Get down for your crown, murder, motherfuckers

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