Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

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

I need me a lick, to come up on a G's
(How B?)
Movin' fuckin' kees
(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 golds and I'm out there

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We gone make this happen, we gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and a bit downtown
We ride Lexus interiors, MoMos or Cameros
got the coke in a wayside 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 don't it, 'cuz I don't show it
The way to find out is if you come and score it
'Cuz I don't stop with no hoe or no
I wear my and get a bucket and keep it on the down low

These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These niggas don't that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm 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
Dope and O.G's bout to take a tango

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

K's and the ammo, Rambo
Got a glock woks and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon
Red on the scene leave a bloody body

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

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