Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

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

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

WE FUCKS WITH HOEEEEEEES....THE BIRD SWANG
AS FAR AS EXPENSIVE CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD
NIGGA WE THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
WE THEM NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!

If trap is the way out then y'all stuck there (for' real)
Coffee the only way you see Starbucks here (for' real)
And I'm a different story (ha!), feeling out of
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 color (what!)
You only know if it's butter you put it in the raw
and that watch ain't if you still see the border
If he doesn't hustle, around him does
And if he ain't homie, somebody around him
(Cause?) Cause gangster ain't easily (nah)
before dishonor niggaz easily 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 ain't playing right (nah)
and toast you, you niggaz ain't spraying right

B]

Five with 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 him slipping again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping again and he neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my
my Ruger'll do ya like did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger some 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 the glock be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the
my quarter across the border I ordered 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 attitude but stay duper fresh (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the
if I'm not out of town I'm up in Harlem on the
Or handling B. I, in the with my feet up
Stay running the city, stay cautious if you see us
known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta stay fly, to the sneakers
I the purple, stay coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07'
Behind the G-wall, I know lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was heavy in the (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and piped up
The forty five, chain heavy and it's iced up