Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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 niggas from a away
SK to the Stock
'Cause I how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and that shit

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

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

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

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

You must of thought we was friendly
When we you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's we after
We the package under 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, your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll put shorts on
Ain't shit when you got to get your war on

So why don't you come out and
Make my mother day
Y'all niggas cotton, like augrotten
We niggas plottin' to hit your and leave you rotten

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

'Cause nothin' needs to be said needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I 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 through and spark shit up
Where the fuck you get heart
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 I retaliate
make you mother fuckers pay
Now me to the motherfuckin', yay

You lookin' at a bastard
stick up shit, I got it mastered
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 duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', stop or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come here to or play your babysitter
I came here to split your fuckin' wig, nigga

If block 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, smash a nigga stash and
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and
Un the mag
him I don't need no mask
We Identify each nigga Mac and Brad

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

Yeah nigga that's I'm talkin' about 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 and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the
Silver spoon ass nigga drawed your heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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