Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

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

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

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

Partyin', till bare remain
killin' 'em, okay you bring it to 'em
Everyday, just Mary J.
Honeys at the bar sippin'

Cru and Lox is hair remain, I know you brailin' me, baby
Yogi's in the lead, you're me, baby
The PHd's compete mines is better than yours
Then we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder yours

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

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

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

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

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

What about the addict niggas 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 ain't touch a

Wanna die for the Lie for the doors
Niggas wanna play but took time to pause
to remind and check the phat four
Try to it in they wanna slice up the chords

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

I the real, separate from the fake
If I kill, yo, I'm doin' so for the
go to a distant land
See my gun's church 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 from the flame
the bloodstains, the cold wet rain

Little light guys with little white
We takin' out cash and flippin' big 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? your shit in the air

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

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

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

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

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

with the buttahs, production Y-O-G
Grab a chickenhead, lets the bubbly
Flows by the Gods the styles pronto
Dayes ya go, ya go