Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

I got my AK nigga, and I'm to blast it
Game tight like elastic wit a block murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L.
I'm on a to Hell, before I go I want 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 liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I I'll split ya

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

But on the real, we got whole for half a sell
F.B.I. tryin' to nail, but our click covered up
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 through and what I see, it's
On the slick, six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin'
Hoes catchin' masturbation, 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 I'll rip a nigga shit for it

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

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 'bout havin' thangs, why I want a mill

Nigga, don't you trip 'cause I came up on a lick
And I'm servin' thirty ounces for six
I got the block 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.
Glock totin', locin', in the GS3
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block
don't let the age fool ya

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

Load it up, safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I give a fuck
I'm checkmatin' niggas, 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 jacked a nigga and an is all he had
sad, you stun'n, jeopardisin' ya wig
Doin' that petty hustlin', ain't up on shit

the reason, bein' on the block all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that and dime pay
You'll do grabbin' a K, bein' ready 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, times is
Shit get real, head get bust, blood
It's havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

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

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

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

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

I hustle 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 aside that nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope

In my it's 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

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

EightBall, Derek, Lil' Turk, Hot
My nigga got the Hummer
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