Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

Crack that open
Vision of break faces, gettin' lay in the boats
Got big rifles, the hood, ride Benz Cycles
Y'all are psycho, killah hill 'ciples

More fly generics, make moves, forget it
We got this locked since
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more
Take the shit back, faggot, we hate

the real, we lock the real, me lock the steel
Pop off, pull out, drop bills
I run with all killas, all for realer
Nikes on, awesome

Want more then 'em, front war, reveal 'em
I him stretched out, listen, he lost the buildin'
All fly gangstas, bankers, hundred wit' us
We ex-dust niggas, don't touch my drink

Fuck around, get shanked, stabbed, shot and
Ya' and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my
Lexus diamond, ice inc

Uh, yeah, once again in the place
Fix yo' motherfuckin' face,
Yeah, you know how we down
Me and this mixo, we so, we so

Lex sound, and uh
I bees the high chief, Jamel
from East Medina
And uh yo yeah, yeah, huh

They jammin' in the park, just after dark
Two and their DJ scratchin'
seemed to have an attraction when they rhymin'
Hip hop caused the guns to start

Temperature
Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb like a G
Explosion the promenade, I'm God

And he and provin', knowledge how he movin'
Smift as the wisdom, move from my in a drunken state
I wrote this degree, adjust ya eyes in the so you could see
Never fall victim, dictate the fate leave the for the snake
If he take than I his head without question
In the one to fourteen the justice lesson, now uh

Uh it's the pineapple daquiri up ya mindstate
Ya heard? the motherfuckin' word, yo

I'm from where real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough that we could build apartments
I, general in the field of
The bad boys wit' me Will or Martin

Feel what I'm droppin', I spit the ill
him deep in the killah hill poppin'
Two feet dug in the dirt, up in the
on the sideline lovin' the work

And my ain't ya' average, cream we handle it
seekin' packages, beans and banana clips
Festo, if you wit' me, let's go, the love me, X O, X O

Boy listen hard, think before you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the yard
They call the squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-believers get reminded scars
It's the pineapple, rebel I
Fine wine proof, spittin' mine at you, nigga