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 wreck this motherfucker, baby', happenin'?

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

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

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

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

You heard what the man Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi pointed at your ass
Slowin' me down gets you

For chunk, I'll trunk your folks
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to
Call your bluff run in your with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this will do

You must of thought that we was
we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We the money, that's what we after
We want the under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, what we practice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
I didn't come here to stay 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
spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' shells 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 need no
We each other nigga Mac and Brad

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

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

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

I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin'
God damn, every week I got to 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 hun? up?
So my can start to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, forever my cat
Hittin' niggas in fitted cap where the letters at

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

I used to be a drug
Hangin in the cut dime rocks
Gettin' cash to eat
a time clock

In the ghetto makin' change
Slingin' the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the up

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

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