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 quick to it
Game tight elastic wit a block [unverified] murder 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 dirt, gun slangin'
hangin', for sho', play me short and I'm bangin'
I ain't no ho, my heart don't water, it pump liquor
Watch step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll split ya

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

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

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

But I'm 'bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my
Nigga don't slip, 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 stepped on, times is
Shit get real, get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, why I want a mill

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

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

We got floatin' through that U.P.T.
Glock totin', locin', in the GS3
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 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 checkmatin' niggas, that's on the real, so wuz
I'm full of that dope, scratchin', and I'm 'bout action

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

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

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

Spark the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap
Every I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it real I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a down like a fuckin' 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 tennis
know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin'

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

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

I hustle hard for what I want, if I then I'm a broke nigga
Wit no money on my block then you a joke
I rap now, I put aside that coke
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 or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a

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, Lil' Turk, Hot
My Bubba got the Hummer
For the