Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

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

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

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

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

B]

Five with thirty five homie pitch a buck
Hit the club with the bitches, ma ain't the only one to
my BG's so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing from Brooklyn to
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't shoot us
Bigga up pimping again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop on my scooter
my Ruger'll do ya they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil rocking some shoes thinking that they cushy
Lil got it confused thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I with the team cause the clock is ticking
I gotta when I squeeze cause the glock be kicking
I be on the stank, blowing on the dank
my quarter across the border I ordered what it
Got ya daughter 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 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 through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been known for going hard, be off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We gotta fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay off the reefer (stay high)
Break the speed limit something sporty with a (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, never be like us (not at all)
at the light, in a 07' Spyder
Behind the G-wall, I know lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was heavy in the (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and it's up
The forty five, chain heavy and it's iced up