Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - that is so heavy
a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the
I've rob through neighborhood, day and night
Stole people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, nigga I'm
11 deep in the new Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it
Once you you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the treatment you get from a 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 head the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - when niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of nigga

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

I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout and bitches
how, ta flip a brick and deal with 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 keep it real my nigga
While my homies carve life in the field my
Ski' then family - thrill niggaz
and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
I've niggaz - pulled triggers for niggaz
Drama's involved - we in like we in
Homicide - we kill we kill nigga
Behind them - it is what it is niggaz
- a known shotcaller
Suburban man and Benzes and

Wayne]
(look - look - - look)
comes Mister Bad nerves
What fed up look?
Shorty got that do for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or plus I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta 2 murders on it
I done walk four blocks
In a of old 'Boks
with no socks
Looking for spots
Man I'm on the prawl - and wild
Been a year I smiled
Better watch child
Hat my eyes, you can't see my frustation
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean
Was wait 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 smart and have praise - stop with me

It's in my wodie, ta be the nigga that I am
gats with hats take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets - it's all a nigga know
you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do every day
Bitch get roast, if your not from round my way
of the court or one of them hallways
Quick ta steal ya, I'm I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the middle of yellow
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 quick ta run up in ya
it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
When it's a coke drought - I a semi my nigga