Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

What you want to do
I, I wanna, I smash it
(Smash)
and forth, back and forth
Let's do it, you wanna hear?
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you
Yeah, I'm

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

Give 'em the full clip, niggas is bullshit
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin'
niggas got some pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin' in denim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You niggas better up
Act like Mac come through and spark shit up
Where the you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the dark from

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

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

I got this duck tape in my pocket for one reason
You can screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split mother fuckin' wig, nigga

If block gettin' money nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
Your spot 200 and 100 men
Droppin' shells than run and 'em

bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, him in his ass and dash
Un the mag
Kill him I need no mask
We Identify each other Mac and Brad

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

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

Yo, I spit so so my boys can eat
You got the to have a deal and just noise on beats
suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver ass nigga never drawed your heat

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

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

I told ya'll the truth in here
hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in
God damn, somebody bring me some in here

I to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' rocks
Gettin' cash to eat
Punchin' a time

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

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

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