Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

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

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

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

But on the real, we got whole thangs for a sell
F.B.I. tryin' to nail, but our click 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, nigga ya wouldn't
I go through and what I see, it's amazin'
On the slick, six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin'
catchin' masturbation, shit's a trip

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

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

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

Nigga, don't you trip 'cause I done up on a lick
And I'm servin' thirty gram for six
I got the sewed up now, come to me
I'll ya to B., he went down to ten a key

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

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

Load it up, safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I give a fuck
I'm checkmatin' niggas, that's on the real, so wuz
I'm full of that dope, scratchin', and I'm 'bout that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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