Luyện nghe bài hát Musketeers Of Pig Alley

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

fly generics, money make moves, forget it
We got this since nineteen-seven
So many rods and weapons, ain't no more
Take the back, faggot, we hate that

Meet the real, we lock the real, me lock the
Pop off, pull out, them bills
I run all real killas, all for realer
Nikes on, gorillas

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

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

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

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

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

risin'
Drape a nigga up with the ratchet, 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 light so you see
Never fall victim, dictate the leave the bake for the snake
If he take than I take his 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 where it's real, niggas peal ya' orange
We want enough bricks we could build apartments
I, general in the of marksmen
The bad boys me ain't Will or Martin

what I'm droppin', I spit the ill doctrine
Spot him in the killah hill poppin'
Two dug in the dirt, up in the skirt
Spectator on the sideline the work

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

Boy listen hard, think twice you get involved
We hold the weight like cons in the yard
call the riot squad, we live and in charge
Y'all non-believers get with scars
the pineapple, rebel I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,