Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

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

You know what it is that really makes it it
Have a lot of cars and the lot vacant
And you won't stop speakin' I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot, eatin'

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

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

Cru and Lox is your hair remain, I you brailin' me, baby
Yogi's in the lead, trailin' 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 attic chalk outline
And the clubs they shout mine, shit's time
Chad and Mighty Ha, key the felon
When he make he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you

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

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

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

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

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

Wanna die for the Lie for the doors
Niggas play but never took 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, show me
'Cause I'm walkin' these and no one know me
It's gon' change though, with the ill flow
In the 9-8 push my a Range Rove

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

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

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

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

Now bust 'em for the niggas who ain't with you
And jam above, show muthaphuckin'
We make 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 shot
Sheek that kid that out like tobacco
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 cranberry and
get flicks, spit on the niggas like this
From Y-O to B-X niggas straight C. S.

But we count the and collect Che-X
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 once again with buttah hits
Baby Chris with my peeps Mark Pitts

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