Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I wanna it
(Smash)
Back and forth, and forth
do it, what you wanna hear?
I hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear 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 shit
Empty the can one hand and reload that shit

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

Man you with a stash raper, duct taper
you police and fuck neighbors
Move to smooth, duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so tuck paper

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
Slowin' me gets you blasted

For your chunk, I'll trunk your
It ain't for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective
Got you cuffed bout to show you 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 under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's we practice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got this duck tape stuck in my for one reason
You can screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come to stay or play 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' More than run and 'em

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

Who you but Mac and Brad?
Come all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you 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 so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga saw the streets
spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat

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

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

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

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

In the ghetto makin' small
till the sun up
Got to pay my bill focusing on the come up

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

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