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 thangs in body
I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick hard
When I'm off that punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo
I let my left mingle mangle
To your jaw
It be a law against these thangs I throw
About to lay shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
Hillside got they
Mack
shit'll neva end
I'm to have it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' control

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

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

Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get wig split

Uggh it's the murder man at the front door
And when comes 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 shouldn't have
Now he lay in the ditch
Ass
on his own dick
Money
Bullshit
Fool ain't no sunshine
killas
One blocc, two hillside

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 your ass in my
be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
About to make the for a livin'
The contract said the nigga a wire tap
And they want him
A G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where body bled

Cel:
Red rum is what I'm as I hit the fence
Homicide for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and it up
Them want to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is him like some chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
Gone without a
B the wheel
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper they on my trail
If it's a tail then leave a 50 empty shells
smokin'
These niggaz know we ain't no
up the tokens
And I'm back in the loccin'

Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get wig split

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