Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that bitch is so
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta the block
I've rob through your neighborhood, day and
clothes people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - and low, nigga I'm searchin'
11 in the new Ford Excursion
Me and my P. - brother D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it
Once you you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can me - Shot 'em up shorty
I'll get mad and try ta flush head down the toirlet
Baby me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch made
my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga

Boss you wouldn't what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of
Who was it? Man I'ont some cats
They in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them woulda left it at that
They beat me in my head until I said it's at
we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody we think selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no
C4 them down, let 'em in the car
Me not about no witness
them won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, ta find out it was Red and Black
Them connivin' gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case wanna approach us

I'm the O.G. 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal ditches
My brother K.C. me how ta kill these niggaz
While Troy had me in alleys dealin' digits
Aiy, is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my nigga
It ain't nothing it real my nigga
While my homies life in the field my nigga
Ski' then family - deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is
I've niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
Drama's involved - we in like we in
Homicide - we kill like we nigga
Behind them thangs - it is what it is
Birdman - a known
Suburban man and Benzes and

[Lil'
(look - - look - look)
comes Mister Bad nerves
What that fed up
got that do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and
All I got is this beretta 2 murders on it
I done walk 'bout four
In a of old 'Boks
with no socks
Looking for dope
Man I'm on the - untamed and wild
a year since I smiled
Better watch that
Hat my eyes, you can't see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean
Was told wait my turn - but I'm in-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, blazin'
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma him for the scrilla
Do you under me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways school on half-days
smart and have praise - stop playin' with me

It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga I am
Tote gats with take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets shit - it's all a know
you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - anyday
is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not round my way
of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm real I ain't
ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin no mo'
be put ta nap
Young play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya
it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
When it's a drought - I tote a semi my nigga