Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't A Secret

Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I dont agree
and it aint a
everybody know you nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss
makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me
nigga I cha homie
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

1]
This make ya piss in ya sweats
you me michell and Ness Smithin and Wess Pistol and vest
I take ya life with a sound i got the whistle of
ya boy flow put the crystal in
take the listeners
you believe what they do for cock
I hit the telly
and slide off the rooster crock
pour out liquor for big let off 2 for pac
don't mingle niggas shoot off the roof alot
rattin every tooth is locked
and you
helping em damn near recruit the
Im blowing hevay on the with the dessie
just incase a nigga enough to slip through the crack
Id throw some at you then get my shit blew back
this is hardcore pitbull rap out the track
The a bring the bitch out for ya
man I get the
my money flip fish out water (Yeah)
1]

Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I agree with
and it aint a
know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what makes ya comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me
nigga I ain't cha
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

(Verse 2)
Im staring to feel I got it all sewn up
I raise a few of these niggas
now they think all grown up
see DVD G's is pissed off behind the scenes
spoon fed
clit soft as lima
to be real I dont know why im trippin
'cause we run shit
like drippin
the breads the pipe big
so Im comfortabe enough to got to court in my pj's like did

I move around the set long madley
so chill 'cause you can't those wit Shawn Bradley
im a still be when D-block flops
I got more than them in my rebook box
I up the picture i shine bright
in my way the only way to be in the lime light
im lazy i hit and run
which you gon get to cum
even if you dont get to

Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I dont with
and it aint a
everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a
what makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out ya know me
I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 on me
and you can it

3]
Niggas(feel/steal) when i
im on a spaceship on wheels
First to
Little couldn't slip on pills
You bitch, all you do is slip on heels
on me, 'cause the house on the cliff (?)
I get the brush on ya, give the clique boys
Man there be no more songs stick saw(?) spills
I get the bills, 'um entrepounigga strapped with a vest armed with a trigga. I run and got a twin tag-along
The bitch is a
I dont mind to 'em up
Bloods thicker than
So i capture all the on the camcorder
She lick it of her stomach, after i glam (?) on her
I turn the corner with the mack lip
Supa fly black Mary in the bed (?)
I about clapping Joe,
but why clap him with the
he one big mac from diein