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

Bitch I got like Scotty
Leave you
When I point aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in body
Lodi-dodi I drinks
Gets dick drunk
When I'm off that skunk
And you wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mangle
To your jaw
It be a law against these thangs I throw
to lay some shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
got they Glock
Mack
Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' control

I'm wit that click nigga
big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on gold knocks
Better watch your back ''cause we strapped teks
Push up in a blue
And caps to your neck
shit
all die
Leather
Brim and two
Costume of a
At your bed side holdin' on two
Uggh we bust them close range
estranged
Called
''cause when it's on it's on site no night or day
And you can't wit these
Get with a half a key

Celly
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane 'Fenney
Hardaway ''cause I'm out to get every
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my
I know'm wig splittin' killa ain't no realla
realla than me
Mobbin' your hood and takin' heads
hangin out the windows dumpin'
And shakin'
So your own
Cross the line and see how quick gone
Head blown decapitated caught in my zone

Fuckin' with Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split

Uggh it's the murder man at the front door
And when they I dumps with both four-four's
Letin' 'em have it ''cause I'm
Dumpin the
his ass
And then kneel down and get my last
Punk bitch have tripped
Now he lay dead in the
Ass
on his own dick
Money
Bullshit
Fool ain't no sunshine
Three
One garden blocc, two

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the man
And that'll a man
doin' dirt and
All you got to do is hop ass in my 'Cut
We'll be tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you or what?
I got gut feelin'
to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract 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 I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas want to see his before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
Gone without a
B behind the
And Bo Loc to the briefcase
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my
If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 shells
smokin'
These know we ain't no jokin'
Split up the
And I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' with Mobb shit
get they wig split

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