Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - bitch is so heavy
AK-47 a ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta something, 175 shots ta clear 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 deep in the new Ford
Me and my nigga P. - D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it
Once you found you get down, torchin' and beat
That's the you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up
I'll get mad and try ta flush your down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, it Ace a Ace a spade of spades nigga

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

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

[Lil'
(look - - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad
What that fed up
Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar
And got no dope, or fetti plus I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta 2 murders on it
I walk 'bout four blocks
In a of old 'Boks
Dirty no socks
Looking for spots
Man I'm on the - untamed and wild
Been a since I smiled
Better watch child
Hat over my eyes, you see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with faces
Was told my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, mac-10
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma him for the scrilla
Do you smell me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways from on half-days
Have 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 - it's all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not from my way
Middle of the court or one of hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, won't be no mo'
be put ta nap
Young nigga it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat ta run up in ya house
it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
When it's a drought - I tote a semi my nigga