Luyện nghe bài hát Live At the Tunnel

My outlet is of powerful niggas
Electrify ya tie, 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 fuck around?
And better say nah, word to Allah
They down I got iron now
Run 'em, cock it back, tie 'em down

If he try to move then I gotta lie him
From Y O a.k.a. 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 still
And you won't stop speakin' till I you on the cement
Leakin', all hot, eatin'

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

Partyin', till your bare
You're killin' 'em, okay you it to 'em
Everyday, just like J.
at the bar sippin' Alaze

Cru and Lox is your remain, I know 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 sniffy chalk outline
And the clubs shout mine, shit's about time
and Mighty Ha, key the predicate felon
When he bell he eat more booty than Ellen
Who you

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

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

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

Why wouldn't it grab the gun, the crib
And the never learn until twice their bid
Like the world turn around funny clown
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 and playin' sharades
If the wait jumped off you ain't a grenade

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

Yo, yo if you got the doe, B, show me
'Cause I'm walkin' these streets and no one me
It's gon' though, with the ill strange 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
go to a distant land
See my like church to a Christian man

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

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

Yo Lox, the fuck, what 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 make cake you batter
So it ain't kickin' 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 that spit out like
Lyrically fucked out, a fit ain't chips, we out

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

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

Give 'em what they want, what they lookin' for
Y-O-G, Chadio and The Ha
Hit 'em in data once 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 cause the pronto
Dayes ya go, ya go