Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

Beanie, what's up,
happening?
(Face)
Sigel, ' bout to get off, baby?
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, what you wanna
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, of that old shit, you ready?
Yeah, I'm

I and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas a block away
SK to the Stock
'Cause I how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload shit

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

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct
Fuck you police and neighbors
Move to smooth, don't 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
hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at ass
me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, trunk your folks
It ain't shit for mac to the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this will do

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

Blast the rocket, knock off leg
through your 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?
Make my mother day
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes augrotten
We niggas plottin' to hit stash and leave you rotten

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

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

You niggas smartin' up
Act like Mac won't come through and shit up
the fuck you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the dark from

I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin'
And for another nigga to try to my place is in the wake
time I retaliate
I'll make you mother 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 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
Your 200 glocks and 100 men
More shells than run and 'em

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

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

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 so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just on beats
suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver ass nigga never drawed your heat

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

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

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

I used to be a dealer
Hangin in the cut dime rocks
Gettin' to eat with
a time clock

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

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

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