Luyện nghe bài hát Let Em Know

R.I.P.
4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long comin', baby
in the making
It's goin' down, to 'em, Prim'

"Say, this here, c
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, premier's on the
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit'
And what can fuck with this? I take shots and don't fuckin'
First on your baby mama list
You on some sucka' shit, might as suck a dick
'Cause you a bitch just for the fuck of it
And I fuckin' spit, niggas get to tuckin' shit
Tryna duck down they can fuckin' get
better ask somebody
'Fore I have big pass the shotty and blast somebody, bitch
Mastered the flow, the gun and the game
Now I'm a real nigga campaign
Fake ass niggas, we 'em out the damn rain
Take they chain, hit 'em with the damn thang
Bang! now what happen when the trigger blow
Ayo premier, let a motherfuckin' know!

"Say, this here, C
We wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin witchu!"
"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now what can fuck wit'
And who can fuck wit me? You not up
I'll break ya bitch-ass down and leave you up
See that's how blood get spilled up, 'cause you all up
And got the hammer on you, but it's still
'Cause you scared to pull it, mo' scared to pop
You a gangsta, you need to stop
I'm a type of nigga up at a evening spot
and pop niggas 'til they weave and drop, ock!
You the that gotta call in the goons
I one deep, strapped like an army platoon
When I get to gladiatin' on haters like
Niggas gonna to admit that he the tightest
You talk a big man, but mine's bigger bro
Ayo premier, let a nigga know!

"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, it's down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I ain't witchu!"
"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it's down, baby"
"My mic is loud and my is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin' witchu!"

Okay, bun is on the mic, on the track
The south is in the house, now can fuck wit that?
And who can wit us? Better bring your mic game
Mike Jordon, Tyson, big Mike man
Big dough, big flow, big game
Take you out the zone, put you in the frame
you out your home, middle of the night man
Wrap you up tight, put yo' ass on the train
That's mayne, and it's the right time
In the right game to get rich a white man
Tryna see how paper that I might gain
I still keep it trill in what I write, man
Yeah, so let's see who we could most
By hittin' these haters with a double
Toast! We got it like a figure-fo'
Ayo premier, let a nigga know!

"Say, this here, C
We fuckin wit Premo', it-it-it's, goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin witchu!"
"Say, here, Pimp C
We wit Premo', it-it's goin' down, baby"
"My mic is and my production is tight"
"We run shit!" "I playin' witchu!"

Bitch! Yeah!
P.A. to P.V.,
Bun B to DJ
Legends, in the,
You don't
Now you know, bitch!
Threw ya hoe-ass around, real niggas come down
Ha! Yeah!
Premo, I was waitin' on that shit,
I been waitin' on this since
"DJ was in deep concentration"
Ha ha ha, my motherfuckin'
you, boy
Real rap shit, nigga shit
We gone!