Luyện nghe bài hát Introduction

[B.G.]
Bring Noise Nigga, I got on my shoulder - that bitch is so heavy
AK-47 a test ta a Mac-11, double clipped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 shots ta clear the
I've rob through neighborhood, day and night
Stole clothes inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - high and low, I'm searchin'
11 deep in the new Excursion
Me and my nigga P. - 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 call me - Shot 'em up
I'll get mad and try ta flush your head down the
Baby gave me the - when this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a of spades nigga

Boss you wouldn't believe happend ta me
night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont 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 and we get the word
We hit up anybody that we think them birds
Them moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 down, let 'em burn in the car
Me not worried about no
them won't 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, burn cock roaches
And payment for the cops in case wanna approach us

I'm the O.G. nigga 'bout and bitches
Know how, ta a brick and deal with ditches
My brother K.C. told me how ta kill these
While had me in alleys 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 life in the field my nigga
Ski' family - thrill deal niggaz
Rambo and Sam - it is what it is
I've robbed niggaz - pulled triggers for
involved - we in like we in nigga
Homicide - we like we kill nigga
Behind them thangs - it is what it is
Birdman - a known
Suburban man and and Prowlers

[Lil'
(look - - look - look)
comes Mister Bad nerves
What that fed up
Shorty got that do whatever for the cheddar
And got no dope, weed or fetti I'm hurt and hungry
All I got is this beretta with 2 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 that
Hat over my eyes, you can't see my
Looking at niggaz paper chasin' with mean
Was told wait my - but damn I'm in-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, blazin'
Lil' Brother bail please, I'ma him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I'm telling dawg
I was raised on bad ways from on half-days
Have smart and praise - stop playin' with me

It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the nigga I am
Tote gats hats take a nigga from his fam'
Nothin' but streets shit - all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - it's all a know
in U-Hauls - prepared anyday
Thuggin' is usual, do that 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 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 play it raw, raw - X ya bitch ass out
Me and my nigga Rat quick ta run up in ya
Fuck it, I goes out it's in me my nigga
When it's a coke drought - I a semi my nigga