Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

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

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

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

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

B]

Five seven thirty five homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to
Cause my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do
I'm abusing my name buzzing Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he ain't Scooba
Thousand bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking that they
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a
Watch how I scream with the team the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze the glock be kicking
I be on the stank, blowing on the dank
my quarter the border I ordered 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 I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy but stay super duper fresh (stay fly!)
My do the rest (bang bang), put the product 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
running through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been known for hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta stay fly, Austin to the
I the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
the speed limit something sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, never be like us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07'
Behind the G-wall, I know several (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights was heavy in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, and it's piped up
The wrist forty five, chain heavy and it's up