Luyện nghe bài hát In Control

I need to talk to Mike
This is Mike
Dubba-AA
Mommy, got them beats

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

Money on your head, I get your
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't
She actin' classy, throw money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out top and get your brain blowed
We got them but we dippin' in Durangos
Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your known
And that's a fact, that 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 scared to ride, well my wrong
Hop out the back and spray bitch without no aim on, hold on

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

SK's, guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll on em, they know it now
Pull up them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
in control, niggas 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

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

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 no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say

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

Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know it is
games, get your brain split, bitch
Yeah, 4KTrey,
is the sound
Ain't nobody
Outside thugs, we put to the face
Who die today?
Slime,