Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

* - appeared on Wu-Chronicles as "Lutunza Hit"

Let's get money for real.
It's time to get baby.
Lutunza. All shit.
For real. planned gains.
Just want no money. For real.
is real in the feel out here.
Yeah.

When iron spit, cats fold, get their life froze
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Castro
Cigars lit, sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick?
Heist 20th century glock, murder with own
Eighty-t things, storm rip
Spots, the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
fall quick, project legacy involved with
Incarcerated came home, so we linked, form a swarm click
Operate on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched
Yo, tell him what happened, been found since
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound
decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, open lids
Two lies, cry, innocent die, is undivided
Lives got you when homicide hit
them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him

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no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit
Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in pants
Thought he his head, but he snitched
Fat look, snatch up, duck him and his man and his bitch
Eight hundred dollars, damn it, we're rich
Found dead, horse head in your whip
Tote, heist century glock, guns and clips
Run your shit, funds and bricks, hit

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin plot?
a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock
Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did
Some weed, who You know scared money stinged with a two shot
Dirty cash shinin' next day, get new rocks
Flashin' big heads, Hermy in bangin' Tupac
He lay up with the wiz it's too hot
How the fuck them try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop?
verbalhands?, they want they loot butt
He must've been a mad man, really thugs come at ya, shoot ya
Chase your bitch up off the road up in a
M.I.A. chick missin' in action, never no clue, what?
And still the beef been too months, to gain this meal, you front
that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, news at six
For funds and bricks, your shit, gun at your click, lutunza hit

Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, smart, why?
Holdin your clip in your slot
Specialize a sale of hot nines
State is ill, surely coke on ?
Locked in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for
Bang Marvin Gay CD get it on, makin a wretch cry
that he dated wasn't dead fly
His chick Sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi
way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so surprised
Should of how he flinched when he got baptised
Took him to the safe and called told him ?clap
One of his mans was up 'cause he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, the ambulance, the cat died
Escapin the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for funds and
was rich, lutunza hit