Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I smash it
(Smash)
Back and forth, back and
Let's do it, you wanna hear?
I hear 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, cock and
Hit you niggas from a block
SK to the Stock
'Cause I know how to hold shit
the can with one hand and reload that shit

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

Man you with a stash raper, duct taper
Fuck you 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 automatic pointed at ass
me down gets you blasted

For chunk, I'll trunk your folks
It shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you bout to show you what this tech will do

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

Blast the rocket, off your leg
Tear through forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll never put 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 plottin' to hit your stash and leave 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 every thing all fuck what you might can get

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

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

I done you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my is in the wake
It's time I
make 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 body move a lick blasted
When I'm in the crib for your and a thick plastic

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

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

Actin' bad, smash a nigga stash and
Snatch the bag, him in his ass and dash
Un the mag
Kill him I don't no mask
We Identify each nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and
Come through all black, no and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the
but Sigel and Face, you feel that?

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

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

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

ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up?
So my raps can to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the at

I told ya'll that the in here
Recognize hottest in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, over in here
God damn, somebody bring me juice in here

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

In the ghetto makin' change
Slingin' the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the up

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

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