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, clipped taped up
Ready ta spray something, 175 ta clear the block
rob through your neighborhood, day and night
Stole people inside, ya hood on strike
I'm looking, for ya - and low, nigga I'm searchin'
11 deep in the new Excursion
Me and my P. - brother D's on weed
Bet should re-infact, k' pot it
you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat
That's the treatment you get a nigga in C.M.B.
I'm the B.G. but you can call me - Shot 'em up
get mad and try ta flush your head down the toirlet
Baby gave me the game - this niggaz that's bitch made
Gimme my props, call it Ace a Ace a 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 know some
They in my doo' shot my wife in the back
And you think them mothafuckers woulda it at that
They beat me in my head until I where it's at
Okay we go out in the and we get the word
We hit up anybody we think selling them birds
Them moolignanis don't want no war'
C4 them down, let 'em in the car
Me not about no witness
'cause them won't see, linkin' up ta me
Boss, come ta out it was Red and Black
connivin' motherfuckers gatta pay for that
I tell you what I gonna do, burn them cock
And payment for the cops in case they wanna us

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

Wayne]
(look - - look - look)
Here comes Mister Bad
What that fed up
Shorty got do whatever for the cheddar look
And got no dope, weed or fetti plus I'm hurt and
All I got is beretta with 2 murders on it
I walk 'bout four blocks
In a of old 'Boks
with no socks
Looking for dope
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 told my turn - but damn I'm in-pacient
Pacin' the streets, with, the, blazin'
Lil' Brother please, I'ma kill him for the scrilla
Do you under smell me - I'm telling dawg
I was raised on bad from school on half-days
Have smart and praise - stop playin' with me

It's in my bloodstream wodie, ta be the that I am
Tote gats with hats take a nigga from his
Nothin' but streets shit - all a nigga know
Knockin you off ya feet quick - all a nigga know
Drive-bys in U-Hauls - prepared
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 real I fake
Leave ya ass a murder scene in the of yellow tape
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
it, I goes out 'cause it's in me my nigga
When a coke drought - I tote a semi my nigga