Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

Beanie, up, baby?
What's
(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'?

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

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

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

Man you fuckin' a stash raper, duct taper
Fuck you 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 your folks
It ain't for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you this tech will do

You must of that we was friendly
we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We the money, that's what we after
We the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, matter, that's what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off leg
Tear your forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas you short arm
in your hand, you'll never put shorts on
Ain't shit fair 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 your stash and you rotten

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

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

I done told you, I'm the nigga pushin' weight
And for another nigga to try to take my is in the wake
It's I retaliate
I'll make you mother 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 gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick

I got this duck stuck 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 your mother fuckin' wig, nigga

If your block gettin' money nigga, I in
Run it in I run in
spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More than run and 'em

bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
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 know but Mac and
Come through all black, no mask and crash 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 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 noise on
Little suburb nigga saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga drawed your heat

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

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

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

I used to be a dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime
cash to eat with
Punchin' a time

In the ghetto makin' change
till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill on the come up

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

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