Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

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

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

Man you with 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 tuck paper

You what 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
Slowin' me down gets you

For your chunk, I'll your folks
It ain't shit for mac to the gat and put the pump to work
Call your 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 you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, that's what we
We want the under the god damn mattress
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, never put shorts on
shit fair when you got to get your war on

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

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

'Cause needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I one
'Cause in 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this arm off

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

I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin'
And for nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
It's I retaliate
I'll make you 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 gettin' blasted
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a 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 here to or play your babysitter
I came here to split your fuckin' wig, nigga

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

bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and
Un the mag
Kill him I don't no mask
We each other nigga Mac and Brad

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

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

Yo, I spit so so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the
Silver ass nigga never drawed your heat

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

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

I ya'll that the truth in here
Recognize hottest in a booth 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
cash to eat with
Punchin' a clock

In the ghetto makin' small
till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the up

Got 6 shots strait
'bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to hate

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