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

Bitch I got beam like
Leave you
When I point this aim at brain
And leave them hollow in your body
Lodi-dodi I Bacardi
Gets hard drunk
When I'm off skunk punk
And you wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mangle
To your jaw
It oughta be a law these thangs I throw
About to lay some shit down Celly Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
Hillside got Glock
10's
Mobb neva end
I'm to have it all
So I ball I'm gold
through a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that nigga
That big on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on them gold
Better watch your back ''cause we strapped teks
Push up in a blue
And dump to your neck
shit
all die
Leather
and two nines
Costume of a
At bed side holdin' on two millas
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 smothered 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 stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no
Nigga than me
Mobbin' through your hood and takin'
Slumpin' hangin out the dumpin'
And shakin'
So your own
Cross the line and see how quick gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig

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

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

Cel:
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide looked for prints but found no
his head 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
us a briefcase full of crispy 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 'case 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 in the hood loccin'

with 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 leave your block without your glock, clip and mask.
hatin but its all game related and that's what we do bitch