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 mens are psycho, killah 'ciples

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

risin'
Drape a up with the ratchet, less talkin'
Caught him on the 'nard, bomb a G hard
rocks the promenade, I'm God

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

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

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

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

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

Boy hard, think twice before you get involved
We hold the weight cons in the prison yard
They call the riot squad, we and in charge
Y'all non-believers get reminded scars
It's the pineapple, I natural
Fine wine hundred proof, spittin' mine at you,