Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

niggas don't understand that 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 down low I'm still birds they tell me that)

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

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 lick for a G's

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

Never seen a triple beam and so yay
On his porch stairs, but mail
One G's with ease now that's no big drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil'
Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs
But through thick and thin, V.L. got my

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

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

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

I'ma yo breath, introduce you to death
you get to hell, tell 'em I can follow 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 em out Uptown
And we gone bring and a bit downtown
We Lexus with 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 do it for a even 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 don't stop 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 they me that)
These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)

Never out her, money and the
Nigga move the from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass
Dope fiends and O.G's to take a tango

in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town, what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in
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' like Jon
Red on the scene leave a bloody body

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

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