Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

If he try to then I gotta lie him down
Y O a.k.a. Riot Town
I used to buy it but I supply it now
Y'all to talk but you're all quiet 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' I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot, eatin'

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

Partyin', till bare remain
killin' 'em, okay 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 is better than yours
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder yours

BX where the attic sniffy outline
And the clubs they mine, shit's about time
Chad and Ha, key the predicate felon
When he make bell he eat more booty Ellen
Who you

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

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

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

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

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

die for the cause? Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna play but never took time to
Learned to remind and check the four
Try to it in they wanna slice up the chords

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

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

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

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

Now bust 'em once for the niggas who 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 gonna

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 route
Aye yo, Chad papa, where cranberry and vodka
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like
From Y-O to B-X y'all straight C. S.

But we count the Benjamins and collect
My begets shine on my neck 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 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 the styles pronto
ya go, dayes ya go