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

Bitch I got like Scotty
you spotty
When I this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow in your body
I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick drunk
I'm off that skunk punk
And you don't wanna tingo tango
I let my right mingle mangle
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
10's
Mobb neva end
I'm to have it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise

I'm fuckin' wit that nigga
That big on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on them knocks
Better your back ''cause we strapped with teks
up in a blue Lex'
And dump caps to your
shit
all die
Leather
Brim and two
of a killa
At your bed holdin' on two millas
Uggh we them teks close range
Livin'
insane
''cause when it's on on site no matter night or day
And you fuck wit these
Get with a half a key

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

Fuckin' with Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split

Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front
And when they comes I with both four-four's
'em have it ''cause I'm static
Dumpin the
his ass
And then kneel and get my last laugh
Punk bitch have tripped
Now he lay dead in the
Ass
Suckin' on his own
talk
Bullshit
Fool this no sunshine
killas
One garden blocc, two

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' the murder man
And that'll 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 killin' for a
The contract said the wore a wire tap
And want him dead
A G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where body bled

Cel:
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide 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 some chips at
Slid us a briefcase full of ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
without a trace
B behind the
And Bo Loc to the briefcase
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper they on my trail
If it's a then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
smokin'
These niggaz know we ain't no
Split up the
And I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get wig split

Yeah, a real hillside strangler, yola 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 block your glock, clip and mask.
Haters but its all game related and that's what we do bitch