Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Done Started Something

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, overlooking our drug
New york city, only way to play is gritty
I cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' this? my semi leave you chestless
And ain't that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit you won't do
So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about through
I got who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? you?
But they'll murder you,
Don status, nigga we chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin, in eclipsesis

Ayo, and the lox
We takin knots from the out of spots
Any nigga make it hot, get in vacant lot
You don't wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay high from blunt lye
The of sing-sing alumni
Who got beef than a islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your want it
My ak slay gays, strays wit niggaz names on it
I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to a nation
Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a
You bring your crew and em and I'm em
I'm beatin em down with aluminum
Then I'm two in em
You touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but irrelavent

Chorus(x2):

If you love the money, prepare to die for it

Niggaz done started

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggaz done somethin

Yo, check out the kid that get coke sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a
Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my
Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still feel em
And for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that dissin us
My be so real, you can feel em in your vain
Like ramello's pops sugarhill
J be the for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your
We started the bottom
You'll see bad pardon, whatever
We can do it at the
life, this shit is real big
I'm makin niggaz blow even if they not guilty

I want a for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get for the love
Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't me
I'm only gettin up, splittin up anatomy
Official lock family, grants handin me
I the finer things, and I hope you understandin me
Sittin at the table, plannin and the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your
you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin
Any ya niggaz done somethin
Actin invincible you God or somethin
If you god, then i'ma a lot til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for you got
And if you a thug, then start off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite you bark

Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use
Cause I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu
How much must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three
Cause when we creep, no than three deep, niggaz see sheep
found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and
A I'd is impossible, so you know
John doe is what they be puttin on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
Stiff as a log, out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga wouldn't listen
So you got whatchu for

What's

Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin
like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and bitches
Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin
And dealin wit on all levels
What I'm wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes
Runnin wit you call rebels
I got an of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
That come through and niggaz
30 niggaz that like to niggaz
And scary get it all the time
Cause what they got is all of
Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck
And if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck
And it the money
Cause I lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his through his chest
Then I tossed the nine, of crime
Black gotti, I stack wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass niggaz who act
Get it

These is for real
These niggaz ain't

This ain't no game
You we playin?
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