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 - 1,2 - what a nigga - gon do
When the 165 crew run upon
Yeah, you know you gon bow like a bitch
'cause you niggaz fuck witta 5 or the 6.

[ b.g.]
Rollin' the cpt my g wit my mask on
to catch these bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on
They ass for shootin' my homie 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, niggaz standin' on the corner slippin'.
I around the block and I hopped out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I crawled and on my knees until I got close
They probably would have seen me if they so faded.
Fuck , run upon the crowd, out my gat and then I sprayed it.
Niggaz are runnin' and bailin' until I a few drop like
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I back
Into my g, which stand on the scene before I the sirens.
Slapped on my bitch all the way so I can collect 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.

Chorus

Hyh, I'm and goin' asleep, waking up to sweaty sheets
Stressin' from the and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a step
From the thoughts dat crept about death as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' about mo'
And never seem to wake until I see some spillin'.
Dealin' witta stuff's ruff on a young mind
Everybody dying from criminals to
If we believin' everything dat the 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, a trip to see you gone and I'm alone
You would want me to carry on so I to be strong.
If only I had or had a clue who really 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.
know what's happenin', I rollin' through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
About to blastin', you trick ass niggaz.

Chorus:

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