Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

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

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 pump water, it pump liquor
Watch step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya

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

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

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

But I'm 'bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my
don't slip, 'cause I got 10 clips and I flip for it
Nigga believe rip a nigga shit for it

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

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

Nigga, don't you trip 'cause I came up on a lick
And I'm thirty gram ounces 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 coke through that 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, young
The AK I pack is used for
My is to be respected, or ya neck come off
'Cause Uptown, there's no to set it off

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

Is you 'bout that action, if not, clear a
I'm mad, I a nigga and an ounce is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, 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
do better grabbin' a K, bein' ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, nigga be ready to

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

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

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

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

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

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

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live
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 mil ticket
(Gettin' wicked)
On the real, V.L., my nigga Big Moe,
L.T., Adam, G.A., Ten

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