Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

If he try to move then I lie him down
From Y O a.k.a. 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 really makes it scrape it
a lot of cars and the lot still vacant
And you won't stop speakin' till I leave you on the
Leakin', all hot, none

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 remain
killin' 'em, okay you bring it to 'em
Everyday, just like J.
at the bar sippin' Alaze

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

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

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

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

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

Why it grab the gun, heist the crib
And the never learn 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
they see the graveyard up at the tip
Playin' spades, you in the and playin' sharades
If the wait off you ain't touch a grenade

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

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

I the real, separate from the fake
If I kill, yo, I'm doin' so for the
Blastin' go to a land
See my like 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
Remember the bloodstains, the wet rain

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

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

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

Lox and Cru, el to you
So if you want it you can get the 60 pronto
Sheek that kid spit 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, that cranberry and vodka
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas this
Y-O to B-X y'all niggas 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, Chadio and The Ha
Hit 'em in once again with buttah hits
Baby Chris with my peeps Mark Pitts

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