Luyện nghe bài hát Micc Check

Yeah, somethin' fo' you ass niggaz in 95.
Ha, b.g. knocc out and gangsta
fo' life, fools.

Micc check - 1,2 - what a - gon do
When the 165 run upon you?
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 these bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on
ass for shootin' my homie just the other fuckin' day, g.
They fucked up but dat, them niggaz now gots to pay, g.
I'm headin' up to the spot they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these niggaz standin' on the slippin'.
I bumped around the block and I out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I crawled and crept on my until I got close
probably would have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
Fuck , run upon the crowd, out my gat and then I sprayed it.
Niggaz are and bailin' until I watched a few drop like
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped
Into my g, which on the scene before I heard the sirens.
Slapped on my bitch all the way so I can collect all my ends.
the g and dumped it but I had to dump the strap, too.
It was my only chance so I did I had to.

[2x]

Hyh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, up to sweaty sheets
Stressin' from the and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my everywhere a nigga step
From the thoughts dat have about death as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' about mo'
And never seem to wake I see some blood spillin'.
Dealin' witta stuff's kinda ruff on a mind
Everybody dying from criminals to
If we everything dat the bible say
Shit, we be everyday.
But I don't feel right, I feel angry and
'cause I'm dreamin' about bein' ripped from my chest.
Down goes another nigga, down another
Respect to my brotha, rest in piece, bam, I ya.
Man, it's a trip to see you gone and I'm
You would want me to on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had or had a clue who really did dat
I swear I'll take diz gat and split dat nigga'z wig back
I hate to see some do some dirt to some kin of me
Fuckin' loc is fin? to be 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:

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