Luyện nghe bài hát Lutunza

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

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

When spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Castro
Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and
Heist 20th century glock, with own clip
along things, storm rip
Spots, the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
Empire fall quick, project involved with
Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, a swarm click
Operate on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched
Yo, tell him what happened, haven't found since
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound
Barely corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, open lids
Two lies, cry, die, attention is undivided
Lives got you cryin when 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
Thought he used his head, but he
Fat look, snatch up, duck him and his man and his bitch
hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich
Found dead, stallion head in your whip
Tote, heist 20th century glock, and clips
Run your shit, funds and bricks, hit

So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your
Half a brick sting, Heavy, hand me the glock
Hundred grand a shoebox, his man did drop
Some weed, who popped? You know money stinged with a two shot
Dirty cash next day, women get new rocks
Flashin' big heads, Hermy in bangin' Tupac
He lay up with the wiz because too hot
How the fuck pussies try Myalansky bustin they ooh-wop?
?Preparation verbalhands?, want they loot butt
He been a mad man, only really thugs come at ya, shoot ya
your bitch up off the road up in a ?soup-up?
M.I.A. chick found missin' in action, no clue, what?
And still the beef been over too months, to gain this meal, you
Ones that snitch, tongues get split, readin the clip, at six
For funds and bricks, runnin your shit, gun at click, lutunza hit

Fear type watch eyes that watch guys, smart, why?
your clip in your slot time
Specialize a sale of hot nines
State is ill, surely pumpin on ?
in a frontline, 'cause he was a fiend for chocolate-eyes
Bang Marvin Gay CD let's get it on, makin a cry
Bitches that he dated wasn't fly
His chick Sibrina said he was hungry off lu-chi
Shorty's way of took 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 was throwin up 'cause he panicked, slug in his left eye
Bleedin, heard the ambulance, the cat
with the safe like a half of a cake, come on, yo, let's slide
Amateurs and shit, matchin in death, for funds and bricks
was rich, lutunza hit