Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

Beanie, up, baby?
happening?
(Face)
Sigel, ' bout to get off, baby?
We to get off
Aiyo, what we to do on this shit man?
Let's this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?

What you to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I smash it
(Smash)
Back and forth, back and
do it, what you wanna hear?
I wanna some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of old shit, you ready?
Yeah, I'm

I locks and load, and spray
Hit you niggas a block away
SK to the Stock
'Cause I know how to hold shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that

Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is
Been big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat motherfuckin' bullet
niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them in they denim

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, taper
you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth, don't duck or try to us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck

You heard what the man Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi pointed at your ass
me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, I'll trunk folks
It ain't shit for mac to the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed to show you what this tech will do

You of thought that we was friendly
When we told you we was rappers, we
We the money, that's what we after
We want the package the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we

Blast the rocket, knock off leg
Tear through forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your call you short arm
Pelets in hand, you'll never put shorts on
Ain't shit fair when you got to get war on

So why you come out and play?
Make my mother day
niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin' to hit your and leave you rotten

I done slugs from all types of shit
I your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you, dog, how your can get
And every thing all real fuck what you can get

'Cause nothin' needs to be said something to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I one
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the alarm off
And shoot motherfuckers arm off

You niggas smartin' up
Act like Mac won't through and spark shit up
Where the you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started out the fuckin' dark from

I done you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I
I'll make you mother pay
Now me to the motherfuckin', yay

You lookin' at a bastard
This up shit, I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it, any body a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for shit and a thick plastic

I got duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come here to stay or your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig,

If your block gettin' money nigga, I in
Run it in I run in
Your 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More than run and 'em

Actin' bad, smash a stash and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and
Un the mag
him I don't need no mask
We each other nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and
through all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert the place
Nobody but and Face, you feel that?

Yeah nigga what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired
I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this

Yo, I spit so real so my can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just on beats
Little nigga never saw the streets
spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat

I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin'
God damn, week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up
Shit, it's that or Mac's gonna clap up niggas

What ya'll want me to do hun? up?
So my raps can start to up?
Shit never that, dog, forever my cat
niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at

I told that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a in here
The in here, aiyo, it's over in here
God damn, somebody bring me some in here

I used to be a dealer
in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' to eat with
Punchin' a time

In the ghetto small change
till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the up

Got 6 shots strait
Crank 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to hate

17 year old Tony Montana type
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama
Under pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
Makin' niggas these offers they these niggas can't refuse