Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

Yeah, ya boy...I'm back Byrd Gang
Another rap extravagance for you niggaz

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

WE WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
WE GETTING THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!

If is the way out then y'all niggaz stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way you see here (for' real)
And I'm a different (ha!), feeling out of line
in that deuce so I think I need a different story!
Can't judge a by it's cover
comes to yay you can't judge a brick by it's (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, around him does
And if he homie, somebody around him 'cause
(Cause?) Cause ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor niggaz betrayed
Same niggaz the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
One year or two times we can watch the drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you ain't playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz spraying right

B]

Five seven with thirty homie pitch a buck
Hit the club the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't never us
caught up pimping again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I back on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya like did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking shoes thinking that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I with the team cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the glock be
I be blowing on the stank, on the dank
my quarter across the border I what it drink
Got ya caught 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 hoopties I wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper (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 Harlem on the
Or B. I, in the office with my feet up
Stay running through the city, cautious if you see us
Been known for hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay coughing off the (stay high)
Break the speed limit something with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll be like us (not at all)
at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and piped up
The wrist forty five, chain heavy and it's up