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

Bitch I got beam Scotty
Leave you
When I point aim at your brain
And leave them hollow 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 mingle
To jaw southpaw
It be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
the Garden Blocc
Hillside got they
Mack
shit'll neva end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm wit that click nigga
That big nigga on the
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on gold knocks
Better watch your back we strapped 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
Uggh we bust teks close range
Livin'
insane
''cause when it's on it's on site no matter or day
And you fuck wit these
Get smothered a half a key

Celly
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the like 'Fenney
''cause I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla
Nigga realla me
Mobbin' through your hood and heads
Slumpin' out the windows dumpin'
And 'Feds
So your own
the line and see how quick they gone
Head blown caught slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get they wig

Uggh it's the murder man at the front door
And when they comes I with both four-four's
'em have it ''cause I'm static
Dumpin the
his ass
And then down and get my last laugh
bitch shouldn't have tripped
Now he lay in the ditch
Ass
on his own dick
Money
Bullshit
Fool this no sunshine
Three
One blocc, two hillside

This fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
And hurt a man
Niggaz doin' and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my
We'll be back mornin'
Cell, you or what?
I got this gut
About to make the for a livin'
The contract said the nigga wore a tap
And they him dead
A hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove down that body bled

Cel:
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide looked for prints but found no
Stuffed his in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass
the hit
Got the
Gone a trace
B the wheel
And Bo Loc to the briefcase
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my
If it's a tail then I'ma a 50 empty shells
Pistol
These niggaz know we ain't no
Split up the
And I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' with this Mobb
get they wig split

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