Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

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

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

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

You know what it is that makes 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'

down, son, you're kill 'em
Okay, you can it to 'em
Everyday, just 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 remain, I know you brailin' me, baby
Yogi's in the lead, you're me, baby
The PHd's can't mines is better than yours
we can take it to the streets, my rum's redder than yours

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

The world is mine like
If not, at least a house and
Turnin' stars into 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 with Flex
Then on the corner holdin' bundles,

time to see the hunger in me
And I see the same thing in niggas than me
Like they live, they got a slice to give
In the down home and they priceless kids

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

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

Wanna die for the Lie for the doors
wanna play but never took time to pause
Learned to remind and check the 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 doin' so for the
Blastin' go to a distant
See my gun's like church to a man

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

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

Yo Lox, what the fuck, what the fuck 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, show love
We make cake but to make cake you batter
So it ain't kickin' that shit the 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
Lyrically 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
Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas this
Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C. S.

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

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

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