Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

My is full of powerful niggas
Electrify ya tie, up the lah
the room dark, let me fill out my high
Then box my ghost till one of us cry

Jae to the Won can fuck around?
And they better say nah, to Allah
dyin' down I got iron now
Run upon 'em, cock it back, tie 'em

If he try to move then I gotta lie him
From Y O a.k.a. Town
I to buy it but I just supply it now
Y'all used to talk but all quiet now

You know it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of and the lot still vacant
And you won't stop speakin' till I you on the cement
Leakin', all hot, none

Slow down, son, you're 'em
Okay, you can it to 'em
Everyday, like Mary J.
Sippin' teas in the E and J

Partyin', your bare remain
You're killin' 'em, you bring it to 'em
Everyday, just Mary J.
at the bar sippin' Alaze

Cru and Lox is your hair remain, I know you brailin' me,
Yogi's in the lead, you're me, baby
The PHd's can't compete mines is than yours
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than

BX where the sniffy chalk outline
And the they shout mine, shit's about time
and Mighty Ha, key the predicate felon
When he make he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you

The world is mine like
If not, at a house and Esgro
ghetto stars into Uncle Tom's
Yogi, the low key

Understandin' my crew is strictly Bar
toastin' while you splittin' Clark Bars
I'd rather be live at The Tunnel with
Then on the corner holdin' bundles,

Y-O's to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in younger than me
Like they live, they got a slice to give
In the broken down home and priceless kids

Why wouldn't it grab the gun, the crib
And the never learn shit until twice bid
Like the turn around funny clown money
Everybody laugh they have it

What the addict niggas that'll hustle for years
Till see the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the world and sharades
If the wait jumped off you touch a grenade

die for the cause? Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna play but took time to pause
Learned to remind and check the phat
Try to plug it in they wanna up the chords

Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, show me
'Cause I'm these streets and no one know me
It's gon' though, with the ill strange flow
In the 9-8 my a black Range Rove

I keeps the real, separate the fake
If I kill, yo, I'm so for the cake
Blastin' go to a land
See my gun's like to a Christian man

It's the code of the no time the explain
Free that soul on up to the plain
Remember the pain, two from the flame
Remember the bloodstains, the cold wet

Little light guys with white lies
We takin' out cash and big white pies
You rather run wild your 9 mil. slant
You too much Stallone and Van Damme

Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck in here?
Where my crew at? Wave your in the air

Now bust 'em once for the niggas who with you
And jam above, show love
We make cake but to make cake you batter
So it ain't kickin' shit the beat ain't gonna matter

Lox and Cru, el to you
So if you want it you can get the 60 pronto
Sheek that kid spit out like tobacco
Lyrically fucked out, a fit chips, we ducked out

Won't touch out if it ain't a 7 figure
Aye yo, Chad papa, where cranberry and vodka
get flicks, spit on the niggas like this
From Y-O to B-X niggas straight C. S.

But we count the Benjamins and Che-X
My begets shine on my like I'm flex

Give 'em what they want, this they lookin' for
Y-O-G, Chadio and The Ha
Hit 'em in data once again with buttah
Baby Chris with my peeps Mark Pitts

Comin' with the buttahs, Y-O-G
Grab a chickenhead, crack the bubbly
Flows by the Gods cause the pronto
Dayes ya go, ya go