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

Bitch I got beam like
Leave you
I point this aim at your brain
And leave them thangs in your body
I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick drunk
When I'm off that punk
And you don't dance tingo tango
I let my left right mangle
To jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against thangs I throw
About to lay shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Garden
Hillside got they
Mack
Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I ball I'm gold
through a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that click
That big nigga on the
Glocks, Rag Tops
Cut thangs on them knocks
Better watch your back ''cause we strapped teks
up in a blue Lex'
And dump to your neck
Mobb
all die
Leather
and two nines
Costume of a
At your bed side holdin' on two
Uggh we bust them teks range
estranged
Called
''cause when it's on on site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit
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 nigga disrespectin' I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa no realla
Nigga than me
Mobbin' your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' out the windows dumpin'
And shakin'
So your own
Cross the line and see how they gone
Head blown decapitated caught in my zone

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig

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

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

Celly
Red rum is what I'm as I hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but no evidence
Stuffed his 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 crispy ass
the hit
Got the
Gone a trace
B behind the
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol
niggaz know we ain't no jokin'
Split up the
And I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' this Mobb 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 your block without your glock, and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do