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 hard
When I'm off that punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo
I let my left mingle mangle
To jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law these thangs I throw
About to lay some shit down with Cel and Bo
From the Blocc
got they Glock
Mack
Mobb neva end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a usin' cruise control

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

Celly
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane 'Fenney
Hardaway I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my
I know'm stilla wig splittin' ain't no realla
Nigga realla me
Mobbin' through hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' out the windows dumpin'
And shakin'
So your own
Cross the line and see how they gone
blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig

Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front
And when they comes I dumps both four-four's
Letin' 'em it ''cause I'm static
the grass
his ass
And then kneel and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't tripped
Now he lay in the ditch
Ass
Suckin' on his own
talk
Bullshit
Fool this no sunshine
Three
One blocc, two hillside

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

Cel:
Red rum is I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the 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 full of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
Gone without a
B behind the
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail then leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol
These niggaz we ain't no jokin'
Split up the
And I'm back in the hood

Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get they wig

Yeah, a real 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 hatin but its all game related and what we do bitch