Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

Bitch, I got beam Scotty, leave you spotty
When I point this aim at your
And leave them thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, gets hard drunk
I'm off that skunk punk

And you don't wanna dance tingo
I let my left right mingle mangle to your jaw
It oughta be a law against thangs, I throw
About to lay some down with Celly Cell and Bo

the Garden Bloc, Hillside got they Glock
Mack 10's, Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold
through a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that nigga, that big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them gold
Better your back 'cuz we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue Lex' and dump to your neck

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, Brim and two
Costume of a killa at your bed side on two millas
We bust teks close range, livin' estranged called insane
'Cuz when it's on, it's on, site no night or day
And you can't wit these
Get with a half a key, bitch

Give me the ball and I'ma fill the like Fenney
Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm for my scrilla
I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, no realla

Nigga, than me, mobbin' through your and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin' out the windows
And shakin' feds, so mind own
Cross the line and see how quick gone
Head blown caught slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get wig split
Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get they wig

Fuckin' with this Mobb
get they wig split
Fuckin' with Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig

It's murder, man, posted at the front
And when they comes I with both four four's
Lettin' 'em it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the grass
Killed his ass and kneel down and get my last laugh

bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped, on his own dick
Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no
Three killas, one bloc, two hillside

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' the murder, man
And that'll hurt a man, doin' dirt
And all you got to do is hop ass in my cut
We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or

I got this gut about to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said that nigga wore a tap
And they him dead, a hundred G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down that body bleed

Red rum is what I'm as I hit the fence
Homicide just looked for prints but no evidence
Stuffed his in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas want to see his but they break us off a cut

There it is, cashed him some chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit, got the scrilla, gone without a trace
B behind the wheel and Bo Loc to the briefcase

Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper they on my trail
If it's a then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we no jokin'
Split up the tokens and I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split
with this Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig
Fuckin' with this shit
get they wig split

Yeah, like a real strangler, yola slanger
Tryin' to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas
The autopsy red, them niggaz had heat fo yo ass
And never leave your block your glock, clip and mask
Haters hatin' but it's all related and that's what we do, bitch