Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

Fa sho for my homie K.C.
That did ten in tha pen
'Bout to this game for ya fool

niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)
These don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm sellin' birds they tell me that)

I me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?)
Movin' these fuckin'
(Where B?)
Run 'em in U.P.T.
(And who run 'em?)
Tha and my B.G.

You beat 'em
(That is my lady)
Four and I'm out there baby

I hit my for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigga?)
for 20 kees
(Street value?)
Two and fifty G's
(And yo profit?)
A lick for a G's

My people, baby 'bout to bring us some heavy Snow
Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all flight
Fuck two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's
Ziploc 'em up and send 'em to U.P.T.

seen a triple beam and so much yay
On his porch stairs, but mail
One hundred G's ease now that's no big drama
I packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs
But thick and thin, V.L. got my back

These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm sellin' birds they tell me that)
These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)

break these kees down to quarter kees
Let run 'em all in the Third Ward U.P.T.
K.C. drop load on my B.G.
(Tear da kee)

Bring me back a hundred G's
Nigga get yo
(Nigga I got my shit)
to cock yo shit?
(I'm to pop my shit)

take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to hell, tell 'em I can your map
Tired of flippin' hustlas, I wanna flip some G's
So what's up baby?
(Graduated kees)

We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out
And we bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride with interiors, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a barrel for 22-5
(Got the for 11-5)

Come to the B.G. I might do it for a 5
Nigga I ball and people know it, 'cuz I don't show it
The only way to find out is if you come and it
'Cuz I stop with no hoe or no show
I wear my polo and get a bucket and keep it on the low

These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)
These don't understand that he tha man
(And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)

out her, money and the powder
Nigga move the shit from to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass
fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango

Chickens in a bucket supreme, young dream
Cash rules everything in town, what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, in Nebraska
Bitch to testify I straight blast her

K's and the ammo, Rambo
Got a glock some woks and a hoe
Got a Mazerati like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a body

I got this locked up
Manny Fresh the man
A.K.A. Big

These don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)