Luyện nghe bài hát My Lil Grimey Nigga

[feat.

x2: Stresmatic]
My lil nigga, he don't rap or nothin
The one in of the club in the hoodie that be bustin
He don't nothin, his pockets on slim
So you go outside you better watch out for him

[Verse 1:
When my lil grimey nigga come fools get nervous
he I'll and sick as the fuck, smirkish, heartless and merciless
His daddy don't claim him even he looks just like him
His mama been on goup ever 1990
In and out of foster homes, YA, juvy, still reformed
They say the doctor dropped him on his when he was born
My lil grimey nigga maney, like tricked dice
Never to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice
a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain
Lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for chain
Him and his mannish body wounds mean in the hood
with an AK-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon
I be tryina tell my lil grimey, "Slow down! " But he ain't
Lil nigga hardheaded, forward to goin to prison
Don't if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin
Fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha

[Chorus x2:

2: E-40]
My lil be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night
the hungry man and his...
Lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem
at the gas station on some old floop shit
Trained and programed to go, his dough
A hitter, not a but carry a extra clipper
Got hella of kin cousins and uncles up out the Rich
El and Hercules teach him taught him how to fish
My lil grimey nigga, all the time right me nigga
On the block the Glock where you can find me nigga
They didn't see his face, but everybody knew his
knew his name, silhouette his body frame
I wonder what set he claim? For the money, fuck the
Do he it rain? Hell nah, he gangbang (BITCH)
My lil grimey nigga, keep a stashed in his motor
Set to set robbin niggas, he's a

x2: Stresmatic]