Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Byrd
rap extravagance classic for you niggaz

Max B]
WE GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS WITH CHUUUUUU?
GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT FROM STUFF WITH
GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS CHUUUUU....
CAUSE WE NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!

WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S GANG
NIGGA WE GETTING DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE THEM YOU LOVING!

If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck (for' real)
Coffee the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a story (ha!), feeling out of line
in deuce so I think I need a whole different story!
judge a book by it's cover
comes to yay you can't judge a by it's color (what!)
You only know if it's butter you put it in the raw
and that watch ain't flooded if you see the border
If he doesn't hustle, somebody him does
And if he ain't homie, around him 'cause
(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggaz betrayed
Same niggaz from the sandbox, I drops (drops)
One year or two times we can the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz playing right (nah)
Drive-by and you, you niggaz ain't spraying right

B]

Five seven with thirty five homie a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my
my Ruger'll do ya like they did Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some thinking that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a
Watch how I scream with the cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean I squeeze cause the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, on the dank
my quarter across the border I what it drink
Got ya daughter up in loops all up in the lane
All in the paint, we and caught up in the mix.....OWWW

We do it to the death, a hundred I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but super duper fresh (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the on the curb
if I'm not out of town I'm up in on the curb
Or handling B. I, in the office my feet up
Stay running through the city, cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard, be flossing off the (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something sporty with a (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07'
Behind the G-wall, I several lifers (Eastside!)
forty eights they was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six five, cherry and it's piped up
The wrist forty five, chain heavy and iced up