Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

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

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

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

Click-clack, I pack got hollow 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 think we tellin'

But on the real, we got whole thangs for 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 is the life, nigga ya wouldn't believe
What I go through and I see, it's amazin'
On the slick, thirty six ounces, top twenty, I'm
catchin' masturbation, shit's a trip

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

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live
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 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, don't you trip 'cause I done came up on a
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 floatin' through 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, baller
The AK I pack is for manslaughter
My is to be respected, or ya neck come off
'Cause Uptown, no hesitation to set it off

Load it up, release safety, and
Retaliation is a must, I don't a fuck
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 that action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an is all he had
That's sad, you stun'n, ya wig
Doin' petty hustlin', ain't comin' up on shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hustle hard for what I want, if I then I'm a broke nigga
Wit no money on my block you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put that coke nigga
But if I gotta, I grab my duct tape and my rope

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

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, Turk, Hot Boys
My nigga Bubba got the
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