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

Bitch I got beam like
you spotty
When I point this aim at your
And leave them hollow thangs in your
Lodi-dodi I drinks
Gets dick drunk
When I'm off that skunk
And you don't dance tingo tango
I let my right mingle mangle
To your jaw
It oughta be a law these thangs I throw
About to lay some down with Celly Cel and Bo
From the Garden
Hillside got Glock
10's
Mobb neva end
I'm to have it all
So I ball I'm gold
Mobbin' a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm wit that click nigga
big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut thangs on them knocks
Better watch your back we strapped with teks
up in a blue Lex'
And caps to your neck
shit
all die
Leather
and two nines
Costume of a
At your bed holdin' on two millas
we bust them teks close range
Livin'
Called
''cause when it's on it's on site no night or day
And you fuck wit these
Get with a half a key

Celly
Give me the and I'ma fill the lane like 'Fenney
Hardaway I'm out to get every penny
Any disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I stilla wig splittin' killa ain't no realla
Nigga than me
Mobbin' through your hood and takin'
hangin out the windows dumpin'
And shakin'
So mind own
Cross the and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split

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

This fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
And hurt a man
Niggaz dirt and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my
be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract the nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him
A G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down 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 to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some chips at
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass
the hit
Got the
Gone without a
B behind the
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' nigga Cell got the 'case they on my trail
If it's a then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol
These niggaz know we ain't no
Split up the
And I'm back in the hood

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave your block your glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that's we do bitch