Luyện nghe bài hát Intro *

[After about a minute of
explosions, gun shots]

(You know you be?)

You be the type that come at me
And one at me,
set it,
Then get another nigga to it
we 'trol heat
Ya cold feet frozen
As show thieves
got our own name stolen
I'm Hussein,
Flyin' down 95 in two
Wearin' fitted and blue
The one out of two thangs
or be hustled,
Tussle and these
They sheaths you down
you around and ya knees buckle
Popped up, whopped up, cocked up
An' got ya cop up,
Came to shop up
I took money, gave 'em
crooks for me
Keep my on strap,
'Til the gat looked
I mash fast
G-packers get silly
We pack mac
You know the for that
niggas tryna rap
When I spit it I'm committed
Wid and double digits
Bag whatever wid it
All y'all gon' do is be talkin' I walk
Wid the war you way
Either way you playin' ya
Watch me bop ya block
Wid my and chocolates
On some Pac shit
Outlaw shit, I got this,
I let you know you playin'
Ain't seein' a damn bit ah
You might be yaself
Talk that shit,
I'm already who ain't gon' do shit,
Pack one new wid, a lil' bit of blue shit
Confucious, run deep Jerz,
Right off clue
shit still bangin'
Y'all shoulda this

Y'all niggas ride or die