Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

I locks and load, and spray
Hit you from a block away
SK to the Stock
I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and that shit

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

Man you fuckin' a stash 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 paper

You heard what the man said? now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you is plastic
I got a automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin' me 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 bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech do

You of thought that we was friendly
When we you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's we after
We want the package under the god mattress
And if the brain splatters, 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, never put shorts on
Ain't fair when you got to get your war on

So why you come out and play?
Make my fuckin' day
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes like
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 life can get
And thing all real fuck what you might can get

'Cause needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I 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 through and spark shit up
the fuck you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started out the fuckin' dark from

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

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

I got this duck tape in my pocket for one reason
You can screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother wig, nigga

If your block gettin' nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
Your spot 200 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
Kill him I don't need no
We Identify each other nigga Mac and

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

Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' 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 have a deal and just noise on
Little suburb nigga never saw the
Silver spoon ass nigga never your heat

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

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

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

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

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

Got 6 shots strait
'bout 38
Big boys 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 the truth
Makin' niggas these offers know these niggas can't refuse