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

Bitch I got like Scotty
Leave you
When I point this aim at brain
And leave hollow thangs in your body
I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick drunk
When I'm off that skunk
And you don't wanna dance tango
I let my right mingle mangle
To your jaw
It oughta be a law against thangs I throw
About to lay some down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
Hillside got Glock
10's
Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I ball 'till I'm
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' control

I'm fuckin' wit that click
That big nigga on the
Glocks, Rag Tops
Cut thangs on them knocks
Better watch your ''cause we strapped with teks
Push up in a Lex'
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 them teks range
Livin'
Called
when it's on it's on site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit
Get smothered with a a key

Cel:
Give me the ball and I'ma the lane like 'Fenney
Hardaway ''cause I'm out to get penny
Any nigga disrespectin' I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa no realla
Nigga realla me
Mobbin' through your and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin out the windows
And shakin'
So mind own
Cross the line and see how quick they
Head decapitated caught slippin' in my zone

with this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig

Uggh it's the man posted at the front door
And when they comes I dumps with both
Letin' 'em it ''cause I'm static
the grass
his ass
And then kneel down and get my laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't have
Now he lay in the ditch
Ass
Suckin' on his own
Money
Bullshit
this ain't no sunshine
Three
One garden blocc, two

This shit's and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
And that'll a man
Niggaz doin' and
All you got to do is hop ass in my 'Cut
be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said the wore a wire tap
And they want him
A hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove where that body bled

Celly
Red rum is I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but found no
his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas want to see his face they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him some chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
Gone a trace
B the wheel
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
Pistol
These niggaz we ain't no jokin'
up the tokens
And I'm back in the hood

Fuckin' with Mobb shit
get they 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 your block without glock, clip and mask.
Haters but its all game related and that's what we do bitch