Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

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

These niggas understand that 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 still sellin' birds they 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 beat 'em
(That is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out there

I hit my safe for a hundred and 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, 'bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
Mama told me I'ma to go on that all night flight
Fuck breakin' two I'm breakin' 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 ease now that's no big drama
I keep shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs
But thick and thin, V.L. got my back

These niggas 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 birds they tell me that)

Fuckin' break these kees to quarter kees
Let Vamp run 'em all in the Third U.P.T.
K.C. drop 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 cock yo
(I'm to pop my shit)

take yo breath, introduce 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 make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit
We ride Lexus interiors, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a 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 don't know it, 'cuz I don't show it
The only way to find out is if you come and it
'Cuz I stop with no hoe or no show
I my polo 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 don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)

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

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

K's and the ammo, modern-day
Got a some woks and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon
Red on the scene leave a bloody body

I got this shit 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' birds tell me that)
These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)