Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Done Started Something

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

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

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If you love the money, then 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 get coke like sosa
turned down chocha, be in the costa
Rica, margaritas wit a mami
Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my
the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still feel em
And for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap that prefer dissin us
My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your
Like ramello's pops sugarhill
J be the for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your
We from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon,
We can do it at the
life, this shit is real big
I'm niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty

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

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

What's

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

niggaz is for real
These niggaz ain't

This ain't no game
You we playin?
ryders