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 hollow in your body
Lodi-dodi, I Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk
When I'm off that punk

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

From the Garden Bloc, Hillside got Glock
Mack 10's, Mobb never end
I'm to have it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' control

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

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

Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like
Hardaway I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my
I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, ain't no

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 they
blown decapitated caught slippin' in my zone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There it is, cashed him like some chips at
us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes
Made the hit, got the scrilla, without a trace
B the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my
If it's a tail then leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no
Split up the tokens and I'm back in the loccin'

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

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

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