Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Done Started Something

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in
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 commity like to puff l's and look jiggy
Who wan' test my semi leave you chestless
And shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you do
So go ahead wit the you blab about goin through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' and in yo' spot
Who sit to you? protectin you?
But murder you, playa
Don status, nigga we chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in

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

Chorus(x2):

If you the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggaz done started

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

Niggaz done started

Yo, check out the kid that get like sosa
Never down chocha, be in the costa
Rica, sippin wit a mami
my tommy, showin love to my army
Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we em
Yeah I niggaz, but I still don't feel em
And this for the listeners, and
And them jealous rap cats that prefer us
My 16's be so real, you can em in your vain
Like ramello's pops sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your
Cartel lips, clips at your face
We started the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon,
We can do it at the
Word life, this shit is big
I'm niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty

I want a palace for my thugs, wit rugs
Green bags drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty niggaz batter me, still shatter me
I'm gettin up, splittin up your anatomy
Official lock family, niggaz 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 cannon
Think you smartest, and the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like
And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin
Any ya niggaz started somethin
invincible like you God or somethin
If you god, i'ma makes 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 before you

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 whatchu heard, whatchu hearin
How much darker must it get, how much must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme feet
Cause we creep, no more 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 gon' be puttin on tag on yo' toe
Now who gon tell yo mother, her under a cover in the morgue
as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that 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 think it's all about impressin and stressin bitches
Well, I'm bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches
And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all
What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty
come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the
Cause what they got is all of
Your man was talkin until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't witchu
And if you wit my man, then he stuck witchu
And gave it the
Cause I just lost my mind he crossed the line
his back through his chest
Then I tossed the nine, of crime
Black gotti, I bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass who act snotty
Get it

niggaz is for real
These ain't playin

This ain't no game
You think we
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