Luyện nghe bài hát In Control

I to talk to Mike Laury
This is Laury
flexin'
Mommy, India got beats

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us four nines
off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they it now
is the sound
Pull up with poles, nigga froze and get shot down
in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got glizzies, get you hot now

Money on your head, I get bankrolled
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't
She actin' classy, some money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your blowed
We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in
Go with move, we pop your ass and get your name known
And that's a fact, nigga mad because his mans gone
I rolled me up an opp, I get my "Bang" on
You bitches don't war with us, Jay, this the same song
These niggas lyin', they to ride, well my gang wrong
Hop out the back and spray bitch without no aim on, hold on

AK, guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
Fuck niggas get on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no
that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us four nines
Trippin' off no nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, know I blow your block down
He was his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got glizzies, get you hot now

I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga
He say he want him gone, we check him off he wasn't slime, nigga
Laid inside my bunk, I with murder on my mind, nigga
I'ma knock them niggas off back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga
Bitch, homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'
Them bullets flyin', go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign
Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, lemon-lime
Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but no fuckin' hidin'

AK, guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
Fuck get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, tuck no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, nigga, don't say Kentrell

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that nigga get blowed down
Ridin' with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block
He was with his talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got glizzies, get you hot now

Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you what it is
Play games, get your brain split,
Yeah, 4KTrey,
is the sound
Ain't nobody
thugs, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die
Slime,