Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

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

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

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct
Fuck you and fuck neighbors
to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck

You what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' 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 ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the to work
your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to you what 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 the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, matter, that's what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off leg
Tear through forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you arm
in your hand, you'll never put shorts on
Ain't shit fair you got to get your war on

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

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

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

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

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

You at a sick 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 tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', squermin' or stop breathin'
'Cause I didn't come to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split mother fuckin' wig, nigga

If your block money 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 stash and mash
the bag, bust him in his ass and dash
Un the mag
Kill him I don't no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and

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

Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I 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 never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed heat

I keep it the truth, 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 Mac's clap up niggas

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

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

I used to be a drug
in the cut sellin' dime rocks
Gettin' 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
'bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga

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