Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

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

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

You gotta '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, baby 'bout to bring us some Snow white
Mama told me have to go on that all night flight
Fuck two hundred 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 with ease now no big drama
I keep packin' shit to icin' lil' Mama
Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs
But through and thin, V.L. got my back

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

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

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

I'ma take yo breath, 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 flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and a bit downtown
We ride Lexus with interiors, or Cameros
got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5
(Got the for 11-5)

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

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

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

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

K's and the ammo, Rambo
Got a glock some and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' Jon Gotti
Red beams on the leave a bloody body

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

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 tell me that)