Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

* - appeared on Wu-Chronicles 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 in the feel out here.
Yeah.

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

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

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your
a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock
Hundred grand inside a shoebox, his man did
Some weed, who popped? You know scared stinged with a two shot
Dirty cash next day, women get new rocks
Flashin' big heads, Hermy in benzies Tupac
He lay up with the wiz because too hot
How the fuck them pussies try Myalansky bustin ooh-wop?
?Preparation verbalhands?, they want loot butt
He must've been a mad man, only really thugs at ya, shoot ya
Chase bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up?
M.I.A. found 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 guys, wasn't smart, why?
Holdin your in your slot time
a whole sale of hot nines
State is ill, surely coke on ?
Locked in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for
Bang Marvin Gay CD let's get it on, a wretch cry
Bitches he dated wasn't dead fly
His ugly chick said he was hungry off lu-chi
Shorty's way of livin a sen-sai, he was so surprised
Should of seen how he flinched when he got
Took him to the safe and called told him ties?
One of his mans was throwin up he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, the ambulance, the cat died
Escapin with the safe like a of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
frontin and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks
Cousin was rich, hit