Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

These don't understand that he tha man
(And on the low I'm still 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)

I need me a lick, to 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 gotta 'em
(That is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out baby

I hit my for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigga?)
Orderin' for 20
(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 white
Mama me I'ma have to go on that all night flight
Fuck two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's
Ziploc 'em up and send 'em to U.P.T.

Never seen a 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 keep icin' Mama
Too many kees 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 down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)
niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)

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

me back nigga a hundred G's
Nigga get yo
(Nigga I got my shit)
to cock 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 follow map
Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna some G's
So what's up wit'
(Graduated kees)

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

to the B.G. I might 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 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

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 sellin' birds tell me that)

Never out her, money and the
Nigga the shit from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a

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

K's and the ammo, modern-day
Got a glock some and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody

I got this shit up
Manny the special man
A.K.A. Big

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