Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

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

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

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

If trap is the way out then y'all niggaz there (for' real)
Coffee 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 whole 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 flooded if you still see the border
If he doesn't hustle, somebody around him
And if he ain't homie, around him 'cause
(Cause?) gangster ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor easily betrayed
Same from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
One year or two times we can watch the drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you niggaz ain't right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz 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 can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to
Nigga's him slipping again, he ain't never shoot us
Bigga caught up pimping and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand bags of Buddha, I drop back on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya like they did Martin Jr
A lil bigger rocking some shoes thinking they cushy
Lil niggaz got it confused I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team cause the clock is
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the be kicking
I be on the stank, blowing on the dank
my across 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 attitude but stay super fresh (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the product on the
if I'm not out of I'm up in Harlem on the curb
Or handling B. I, in the office with my up
Stay running through the city, cautious if you see us
known for going hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, 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)
at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six five, cherry and it's piped up
The wrist five, chain heavy and it's iced up