Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

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

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

Man you fuckin' with a raper, duct taper
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 what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes 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 shit for mac to the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective
Got you cuffed bout to show you what tech 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 the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's we practice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got this tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', stop or stop breathin'
I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig,

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

Actin' bad, 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 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, desert eagle the
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel

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

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

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

What ya'll me to do hun? Soften up?
So my raps can start to up?
Shit that, dog, forever my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they cap where the letters at

I told that the truth in here
hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, over in here
God damn, somebody bring me juice in here

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

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

Got 6 shots numbers
'bout 38
Big boys trippin' on me to nigga hate

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