Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Go

Da 5'9"]

We the best, Twist' you at nigga
ya lye...c'mere
Extremely to be the king of a city it's dis
A nigga that could twist like
A nigga that could rip any that he get
Never balk and come with a metaphor this
Flow like dis, never but flow for the dough like this
Never a nigga that you know like dis
Cold like dis, but ah, it's me and D-Mo like dis
Respect is a must, got nigga in every hood checkin' for us
catch us catchin' the bus
Niggaz got whips, got loot,
Niggaz got troops, got guns, got (what)
Next big thing, iced to go with the necklace ring
out to go with the rest it seems
More or less the more of the best you
Big buzz, only with big thugs
We get in clubs you you gettin' ya shit bust
Not too many ducks is goin' us
If ya don't know now, you'll know ya lift up
Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no
'Til I'm 5'9" no more, 'til the ice can't no more
Which ever comes first, let's go

Who the fuck what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take that from a nigga open you up
[Twista] You send the deck up when we holla

Da 5'9"]
One of a hundred niggaz'll hate my
Eighty-nine'll bite, the other ten'll of comin' alike
my shit when it come to the mic, 99 outta 100'll like
Never disrespect a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my
Put the in affect with my clique
Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, my shit
Try to get slick and is gettin' hit
You don't want do you? It comes back to you
And I ain't even rap to you, so suck my dick, it's my shit
Too willin' to pin ya in rap
Put a to that, do the math with me
Straight to the lab, sendin' you back
Keep goin', you that no one can last wit me
Stay armed with the biggest of arms, got bitch-niggaz alarms
Every rhyme is strictly written to
This my shit, keep every word of every verse in to launch
Never gone fail, never got plans of a L
I'ma prevail, whatever you yell
It's my world, everything else, c'mon

Who the fuck what?!
Who the fuck what, want what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one take that a nigga that'll open you up
[Twista] You gotta send the deck up when we

[Royce talkin' *beat slowly
Motown, uhh...
Chi-town...5'9...
Twista, go nigga uhh

Tell me who the fuck want
murderous niggaz is ready to make the deck go up?
I could cause a to make you throw up
Put a bullet in yo gut, bat em and leave the sto' cut
'cause homie you got no choice ta,
Dat why you to a real rida like Twista, or Roysta
Let the thirty caliber ya
Whodie won't know he hit 'til he feel his shirt suckin' the moisture
Voice ya it ya want to
winner, kick up dust in the middle of the arena
Subpeona like the courts do
We'll blast shortly ya nuts and it won't be a misdemeanor
We them that'll come approach ya
ya body our Bacardi keeps all ya nerves from bleedin'
Until we no breathin' - two undercovers,
We comin' we get the dirty even; they it's servin' season
is good as gone, 'cause I gotta bring the goodies home
The petty packin' brushin' with the pretty pearl handle
Pistol, Pelle pants and the hoodie on
And you comin' the Midwest shit?
Remember how we took you, you off how we did that shit
Somebody tell me the weed at
Some niggaz I was about to snap so he hid that shit
I was gone get buck - hard - get crunk
Go into a thing and let the ride,
And hit them niggaz from the
And take the whole down with my dog 5'9
for the killaz, bustin' em off,
And comin' off so you can yo nut
I'm bout to bust yo guts
But if yo operation is hatin', who the want what?

Who the want what?!
Who the fuck want what, what?!
[Twista] Playa tell me why you hatin', 'cause you the one that from a nigga that'll open you up
You gotta send the deck up when we holla
x4*

*beat continues then fades