Luyện nghe bài hát Micc Check

Yeah, somethin' fo' you trick ass 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 you?
Yeah, you know you gon bow down a bitch
you niggaz can't fuck witta 5 or the 6.

[ b.g.]
Rollin' the cpt my g wit my mask on
Ready to catch bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on
They ass for shootin' my just the other fuckin' day, g.
They up but fuck dat, them niggaz now gots to pay, g.
I'm headin' up to the spot where they be chillin', so now I'm
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these niggaz on the corner slippin'.
I bumped the block and I hopped out my g so
I and crawled, I crawled and crept on my knees until I got close
They probably have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
Fuck , run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I it.
Niggaz are runnin' and bailin' until I watched a few drop
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and I hopped back
Into my g, stand 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 chance so I did what I had to.

[2x]

Hyh, I'm sick and asleep, waking up to sweaty sheets
Stressin' from the mess and all the on the streets
I pack my heat everywhere a nigga step
the thoughts dat have crept 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 ruff on a young mind
dying from criminals to one-times
If we believin' dat the bible say
Shit, we be everyday.
But I don't feel right, I feel angry and
'cause I'm dreamin' flesh bein' ripped from my chest.
Down goes another nigga, goes another
to my brotha, rest in piece, bam, I love ya.
Man, it's a to see you gone and I'm alone
You want me to carry on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had known or had a clue who did dat
I I'll take diz here gat and split dat nigga'z wig back
I hate to see some niggaz do some dirt to kin of me
Fuckin' loc is fin? to be on my enemy.
Niggaz know what's happenin', I through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
to start blastin', you trick 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 check - 1,2 - 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 - niggaz wanna do?