Luyện nghe bài hát N***** Get They Wig Split

Bitch I got beam Scotty
you spotty
When I this aim at your brain
And leave them thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi I drinks
Gets dick hard
When I'm off that skunk
And you don't wanna dance tingo
I let my left right mangle
To your jaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I
About to lay shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
got they Glock
Mack
Mobb neva end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I ball 'till I'm
Mobbin' through a usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that nigga
big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on them gold
Better watch your back ''cause we with teks
Push up in a blue
And dump to your neck
shit
all die
Leather
and two nines
Costume of a
At your bed side on two millas
we bust them teks close range
Livin'
insane
''cause when on it's on site no matter night or day
And you can't wit these
Get smothered with a a key

Celly
Give me the ball and I'ma the lane like 'Fenney
''cause I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know'm stilla wig splittin' ain't no realla
Nigga realla me
Mobbin' through hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin out the dumpin'
And shakin'
So mind own
Cross the and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my

Fuckin' with this shit
get they wig split

Uggh it's the murder man posted at the door
And they comes I dumps with both four-four's
Letin' 'em have it I'm static
the grass
his ass
And then kneel and get my last laugh
Punk bitch have tripped
Now he lay in the ditch
Ass
on his own dick
Money
Bullshit
this ain't no sunshine
Three
One blocc, two hillside

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' the murder man
And hurt a man
doin' dirt and
All you got to do is hop ass in my 'Cut
We'll be back tomorrow
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
About to make the for a livin'
The said the nigga wore a wire tap
And want him dead
A G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that bled

Celly
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the bag and zipped it up
ballas want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass
the hit
Got the
without a trace
B the wheel
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my
If a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol
These niggaz know we ain't no
up the tokens
And I'm back in the hood

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get wig split

Yeah, like a hillside strangler, yola slanger, tryin to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The autopsy red, niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave block without your glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do