Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

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

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

Click-clack, everything I got hollow slugs
I'm the of a thug, my whole click sellin' drugs
no love, if ya outside 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 whole thangs for half a
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 and what I see, it's amazin'
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm
Hoes catchin' masturbation, shit's a

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

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 havin' thangs, that's why I want a mill

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

Nigga, don't you trip 'cause I done came up on a
And I'm servin' thirty ounces for six
I got the block sewed up now, 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
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 come off
'Cause Uptown, there's no to set it off

Load it up, safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a
I'm niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin'
I'm full of 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

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

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

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

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

Can't calm me down, 'cause I'm 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, I done 'em

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

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

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 'bout havin' thangs, 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 Bubba got the Hummer
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