Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

I and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block
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, these is bullshit
talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat motherfuckin' bullet
These niggas got pussy in 'em
See I got them pissin' in they

Man you fuckin' with a raper, duct taper
you police 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 said? now un ask it
I got to it
When licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic at your ass
Slowin' me down gets you

For your chunk, I'll your folks
It shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
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 package under the god damn
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off leg
Tear through forearm
Sit you in a chair, your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll put shorts on
shit fair when you got to get your war on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If your block money nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
Your 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More shells run and 'em

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

Who you know but Mac and
Come through all black, no and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel

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

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

I it the truth, what's all the fakin' for?
God damn, week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I up niggas?
Shit, it's either that or gonna 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 fitted cap where the letters at

I ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, over in here
God damn, somebody me some juice in here

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

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

Got 6 numbers strait
Crank 38
Big trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate

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