Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

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

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

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

But on the real, we got whole for half 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, ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and what I see, it's
On the slick, six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin'
catchin' masturbation, shit's a trip

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

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

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

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

bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for
My is to be respected, or ya neck come off
Uptown, there's no hesitation 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 that action

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

What's the reason, bein' on the all day
You got nowhere to lay, that nickel and dime pay
You'll do grabbin' a K, bein' ready to spray
Make a day, nigga be ready to spray

In my it's a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you or get stepped 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
Every I spit, I get tighter and tighter
Keep it when I flow, hollow points I throw
Quick to chop a down like a fuckin' lawn mow

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

Can't me down, 'cause I'm from Uptown
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

notes, bitches always try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty when ya
Bustas wanna be ya boys when know 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 coke
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my nigga

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, spill
'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want 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, Lil' Turk, Hot
My nigga Bubba got the
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