Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

* - originally appeared on as "Lutunza Hit"

Let's get this for real.
It's to get paid baby.
Lutunza. All shit.
For real. planned gains.
Just don't no money. For real.
Shit is real in the out here.
Yeah.

When spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel
Cigars lit, coke sniffs got slashed and ?raw-dick?
Heist 20th glock, murder with own clip
Eighty-t things, storm rip
Spots, where the bricks, eight-box,
Empire fall quick, project legacy involved
thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click
Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot snitched
Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been since
Two from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip?
Barely decomposed corpse, ?, out of town ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, eye's lids
Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is
Lives got you cryin homicide hit
them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him

[Chorus:
no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit
Panic or flich, get clapped, can't in your pants
he used his head, but he snitched
Fat look, snatch up, duck him and his man and his bitch
Eight hundred thousand dollars, it, we're rich
Found dead, stallion horse head in whip
Tote, 20th century glock, guns and clips
Run your shit, and bricks, lutunza hit

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

Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, wasn't smart,
Holdin your clip in your slot
Specialize a whole sale of hot
is ill, surely pumpin 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 ugly chick Sibrina said he was hungry off
Shorty's way of livin took a sen-sai, he was so
of seen how he flinched when he got baptised
Took him to the and called told him ?clap ties?
One of his mans was throwin up he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat
Escapin the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
Amateurs frontin and shit, matchin in death, for and bricks
Cousin was rich, hit