Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

My outlet is 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 better say nah, word to Allah
They dyin' I got iron now
Run 'em, cock it back, tie 'em down

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

You know what it is that really 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, eatin'

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

Partyin', till your bare
You're 'em, okay you bring it to 'em
Everyday, like Mary J.
Honeys at the bar sippin'

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

BX where the attic sniffy chalk
And the clubs they shout mine, shit's about
Chad and Mighty Ha, key the predicate
he make bell he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you

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

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

Y-O's time to see the in me
And I see the same thing in niggas than me
they live, they ain't got a slice to give
In the down home and they priceless kids

Why wouldn't it the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn shit until their bid
Like the world turn around funny clown
Everybody laugh when they it

What about the addict that'll hustle for years
Till see the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the world and playin'
If the jumped off you ain't touch a grenade

Wanna die for the cause? Lie for the
Niggas wanna play but never time to pause
Learned to and check the phat four
Try to plug it in they wanna slice up the

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

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

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

Little light guys little white lies
We takin' out cash and flippin' big pies
You run wild with 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 for the niggas who ain't with you
And jam above, show love
We make but to make cake you need batter
So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't gonna

Lox and Cru, el to you
So if you want it you can get the 60 shot
Sheek that kid that out like tobacco
Lyrically out, a fit ain't chips, we ducked out

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

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

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

with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the
Flows by the Gods cause the styles
ya go, dayes ya go