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'?

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

I and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas a block away
SK to the Stock
'Cause I know how to that 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 fuck I pulled it
Now eat motherfuckin' bullet
These got some pussy in 'em
See I got pissin' in they denim

Man you fuckin' with a raper, duct taper
Fuck you police and neighbors
Move to smooth, duck or try to shake 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 automatic pointed at your ass
me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, I'll your folks
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to
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 you we was rappers, we Jackers
We the money, that's what we after
We want the package under the god damn
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, what we practice

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

So why you come out and play?
Make my mother day
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes 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 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 alarm off
And this motherfuckers arm off

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

I done told you, I'm the only pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to my place is in the wake
It's I retaliate
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 it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a plastic

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

If your block gettin' nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
spot 200 glocks 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 nigga Mac and Brad

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

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

Yo, I spit so so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and noise on beats
Little suburb nigga saw the streets
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 smack up
Shit, it's either that or Mac's clap up niggas

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

I told ya'll the truth in here
Recognize thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, over in here
God damn, bring me some juice in here

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

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

Got 6 shots numbers
Crank 38
Big boys on me tryin' to nigga hate

This 17 year old Tony type
Ain't did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Under covers by thinkin' I don't know the truth
Makin' these offers they know these niggas can't refuse