Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

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

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

down, son, you're kill 'em
Okay, you can it to 'em
Everyday, just like J.
iced teas in the E and J

Partyin', till your bare
You're killin' 'em, okay you it to 'em
Everyday, just like J.
Honeys at the bar Alaze

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

BX where the attic sniffy outline
And the clubs they shout mine, about time
and Mighty Ha, key the predicate felon
When he make bell he eat more booty than
Who you

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

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

time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same in niggas younger than me
Like they live, they ain't got a to give
In the broken home and they priceless kids

Why wouldn't it grab the gun, heist the
And the learn shit until twice their bid
Like the world turn around funny money
laugh when they have it

What the addict niggas that'll hustle for years
Till they see the up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the and playin' sharades
If the wait jumped off you ain't touch a

Wanna die for the Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna but never took time to pause
Learned to remind and check the phat
Try to it in they wanna slice up the chords

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

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

It's the code of the streets no time the
that soul on up to the next plain
Remember the pain, two shots the flame
the bloodstains, the cold wet rain

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

Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the walked 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, muthaphuckin' love
We cake but to make cake you need batter
So it ain't kickin' that shit the beat ain't matter

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

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

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

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

Comin' with the buttahs, production
Grab a chickenhead, lets crack the
Flows by the cause the styles pronto
Dayes ya go, ya go