Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that is so heavy
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, clipped taped up
Ready ta something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've rob through your neighborhood, day and
Stole clothes people inside, ya hood on
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, I'm searchin'
11 in the new Ford Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it
Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and
the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - 'em up shorty
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 believe what happend ta me
Last I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man know some cats
They kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the
And you think them mothafuckers woulda it at that
They beat me in my head until I where it's at
we go out in the streets and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think selling them
Them moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried about no
'cause won't see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, ta find out it was Red and Black
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. 'bout money and bitches
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta these niggaz
While Troy had me in dealin' with 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 carve in the field my nigga
Ski' family - thrill deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is
I've robbed niggaz - triggers for niggaz
involved - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we kill like we nigga
them thangs - it is what it is niggaz
Birdman - a known
man and Benzes and Prowlers

[Lil'
(look - - look - look)
Here Mister Bad nerves
What fed up look?
Shorty got that do for the cheddar look
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 pair of old
Dirty no socks
Looking for dope
Man I'm on the prawl - untamed and
Been a year I smiled
Better watch that
Hat over my eyes, you can't see my
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' mean faces
Was told my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient
the streets, with, the, mac-10 blazin'
Lil' bail please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under me - I'm telling your dawg
I was raised on bad ways from on half-days
Have smart and have praise - stop playin' me

It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the that I am
Tote with hats take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets - it's all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet - it's all a nigga know
in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do 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 fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow
Put a in ya thinkin' cap, won't be thinkin 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
Fuck it, I out 'cause it's in me my nigga
it's a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga