Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got something on my shoulder - bitch is so heavy
a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped taped up
Ready ta something, 175 shots ta clear the block
I've rob through neighborhood, day and night
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 P. - brother D's on weed
Bet re-infact, k' pot it clean
you found 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 gave me the game - when this niggaz that's bitch
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a spade of spades

Boss you wouldn't what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a of ki's
Who was it? Man know some cats
kicked in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them woulda left it at that
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 that we selling them birds
Them fuckin moolignanis don't no war'
C4 down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried no witness
'cause them see, anything linkin' up ta me
Boss, ta find out it was Red and Black
connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, them cock roaches
And for the cops in case they wanna approach us

I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout money and
Know how, ta flip a brick and deal with
My brother K.C. told me how ta these niggaz
While had me in alleys dealin' with digits
Aiy, life is real my nigga, me and Lac pa' was killed my
It ain't keep it real my nigga
While my homies life in the field my nigga
Ski' then family - thrill deal
and Sam - it is what it is niggaz
I've robbed niggaz - triggers for niggaz
Drama's - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we like we kill nigga
Behind them - it is what it is niggaz
Birdman - a shotcaller
man and Benzes and Prowlers

[Lil'
(look - look - - look)
Here comes Mister Bad
What fed up look?
Shorty got do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti 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 with no
Looking for spots
Man I'm on the prawl - and wild
Been a year I smiled
watch that child
Hat over my eyes, you see my frustation
Looking at niggaz chasin' with mean faces
Was told wait my turn - but damn I'm
the streets, with, the, mac-10 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 from on half-days
Have smart and have praise - stop playin' 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
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a nigga
Drive-bys in - prepared anyday
is usual, do that every day
Bitch niggaz get roast, if your not round my way
Middle of the court or one of them
Quick ta steal ya, I'm I ain't fake
Leave ya ass a scene in the middle of yellow tape
Put a hole in ya thinkin' cap, be thinkin no mo'
be put ta nap
Young nigga play it raw, raw - X ya ass out
Me and my Rat quick ta run up in ya house
it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
When a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga