Luyện nghe bài hát Intro *

[After about a of mixing]
explosions, gun shots]

(You know you be?)

You be like the type that at me
And one at me,
set it,
Then get another to dead it
Outlaws we heat
Ya cold feet remain
As show thieves
That got our own name
I'm Hussein,
down 95 in two lanes
Wearin' fitted and blue
The one out of these two
or be hustled,
Tussle and tough
They hunt you down
When you around and ya buckle
Popped up, up, glock cocked up
An' got ya cop up,
Came to shop up
I took money, 'em horror
Recruit for me
my finger on strap,
'Til the gat ugly
I mash fast
G-packers get bagged
We mac millis
You know the for that
These tryna rap
When I it like I'm committed
Wid and double digits
Bag whatever wid it
All y'all do is be talkin' while I walk
Wid the war you way
Either way you playin' ya
me bop down ya block
Wid my and chocolates
On some Pac shit
Khadaf shit, I got this,
I let you know you yourself
seein' a damn bit ah coke
You be bangin' yaself
Talk that shit,
I'm already who ain't gon' do shit,
Pack one nasty new wid, a lil' bit of shit
Confucious, run from Jerz,
Right off clue
Makaveli shit still
Y'all shoulda this

Y'all gon' ride or die