Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

It's all about the 6
You ballin' nigga if you got five

I got my AK nigga, and I'm to blast it
Game tight like elastic wit a block [unverified] jack it
Eraser, Gangsta, V.L. nigga
I'm on a trail to Hell, before I go I 6 figgas

Uptown is where you catch me doin' dirt, gun
Nuts hangin', for sho', me short and I'm bangin'
I ain't no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll ya

Click-clack, I pack got hollow slugs
I'm the definition of a thug, my click sellin' drugs
Ain't no love, if ya outside the CMB, we risin', drivin' and big body
Got whole thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin' tales

But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a
F.B.I. tryin' to nail, but our covered up smooth
you do, or how you do, it's all on you
Hot Boy, 16, wit G's

This rap game is the life, ya wouldn't believe
What I go and what I see, it's amazin'
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm
Hoes catchin' masturbation, a trip

But I'm moola, fetti, cheese, green, my grip
Nigga slip, 'cause I got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe I'll rip a shit for it

In my city a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is
Shit get real, head get bust, spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I a mill

In my city it's a struggle, you to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is
Shit get real, head get bust, blood
It's havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

Nigga, you trip 'cause I done came up on a lick
And I'm thirty gram ounces for six
I got the block up now, come to me
I'll take ya to B., he went to ten a key

We got coke floatin' through U.P.T.
totin', locin', in the GS3 bubble
In the 450 Cruiser, block bruiser
Nigga let the age fool ya

Head bussa, Hot Boy, baller
The AK I pack is for manslaughter
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck off
Uptown, there's no hesitation to set it off

Load it up, release safety, and
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a
I'm niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin'
I'm of that dope, scratchin', and I'm 'bout that action

Is you that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I a nigga and an ounce is all he had
sad, you stun'n, jeopardisin' ya wig
Doin' petty hustlin', ain't comin' up on shit

the reason, bein' on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, nickel and dime pay
You'll do better a K, bein' ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, be ready to spray

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to large
But you step or get stepped on, times is
get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I a mill

Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a rap writer
Every I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a nigga down like a lawn mow

a flow over the limit, in this music business
Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, 'til the fuckin' finished
Young menace, sport Girbauds and Reebok
Nigga know if I got beef, I a bin, spinnin'

calm me down, 'cause I'm from Uptown
Call me, it's war wit an army, wit Tommy
Wit drums, a hundred shots comin' from 'em
I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I 'em

Take notes, always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when know ya got coke
I stand alone all the time, bitch niggas catch a

I hustle hard for what I want, if I don't I'm a broke nigga
Wit no money on my then you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put that coke nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my tape and my rope nigga

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live
But you step or get stepped on, times is
Shit get real, head get bust, blood
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I a mill

I want a mil mil ticket
(Gettin' wicked)
On the real, V.L., my Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Ten

EightBall, Derek, Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the
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