Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

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

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

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

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

These niggas don't 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 sellin' birds tell me that)

break these kees down to quarter kees
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)
to cock yo shit?
(I'm to pop my shit)

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

We make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown
And we bring and sprinkle 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)

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

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 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
fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango

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

K's and the ammo, modern-day
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 shit up
Fresh the special man
A.K.A. Big

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 they me that)