Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

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

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

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

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

B]

Five seven with five homie pitch a buck
Hit the with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my BG's so prolific, you can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
my do ya like they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes that they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused thinking I'm a
Watch how I scream the team cause the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the glock be
I be blowing on the stank, blowing on the
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 on the curb
Or handling B. I, in the office my feet up
Stay running through the city, cautious if you see us
known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, coughing off the reefer (stay high)
Break the limit something sporty 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 several lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and it's up
The wrist forty five, heavy and it's iced up