Luyện nghe bài hát Micc Check

Yeah, fo' you trick ass niggaz in 95.
Ha, b.g. out and gangsta dre'sta
fo' life, fools.

Micc check - 1,2 - what a - gon do
When the 165 crew run upon
Yeah, you you gon bow down like a bitch
'cause you niggaz can't witta 5 or the 6.

[ b.g.]
Rollin' the cpt inside my g wit my on
Ready to catch these slippin' so dat I can blast on
They ass for shootin' my homie just the other day, g.
They fucked up but fuck dat, niggaz now gots to pay, g.
I'm up to the spot where they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these standin' on the corner slippin'.
I bumped around the block and I out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I crawled and on my knees until I got close
probably would have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
Fuck , run the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.
Niggaz are runnin' and bailin' I watched a few drop like
around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped back
Into my g, which on the scene before I heard the sirens.
Slapped on my bitch all from the way so I can all my ends.
Took the g and it but I had to dump the strap, too.
It was my only so I did what I had to.

[2x]

Hyh, I'm and goin' asleep, waking up to sweaty sheets
Stressin' the mess and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a step
the thoughts dat have crept about death as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' about mo'
And never to wake until I see some blood spillin'.
witta stuff's kinda ruff on a young mind
Everybody dying from to one-times
If we believin' everything dat the say
Shit, we be everyday.
But I feel right, I feel angry and depressed
'cause I'm dreamin' flesh bein' ripped from my chest.
Down another nigga, down goes another
to my brotha, rest in piece, bam, I love ya.
Man, it's a trip to see you and I'm alone
You would want me to on so I gots to be strong.
If I had known or had a clue who really did dat
I swear take diz here gat and split dat nigga'z wig back
I hate to see some niggaz do some to some kin of me
Fuckin' loc is to be backtrackin' on my enemy.
Niggaz know happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
About to start blastin', you ass niggaz.

Chorus:

Micc - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - fools gon do?
check - 1,2 - what ad pound gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - niggaz wanna do?