Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

Bitch, I got like Scotty, leave you spotty
I point this aim at your brain
And leave hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, dick hard drunk
I'm off that skunk punk

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

From the Bloc, Hillside got they Glock
10's, Mobb shit'll never end
I'm tryin' to have it all, so I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm wit that click nigga, that big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them knocks
Better watch your back 'cuz we with teks
Push up in a blue Lex' and caps 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 them teks range, livin' estranged called insane
'Cuz when it's on, it's on, site no matter or day
And you can't fuck wit
Get smothered a half a key, bitch

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

Nigga, than me, mobbin' your hood and takin' heads
hangin' out the windows dumpin'
And feds, so mind your own
Cross the and see how quick they gone
Head blown decapitated slippin' in my zone

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

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

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

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

shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with 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 make the for a livin'
The contract said nigga wore a wire tap
And want him dead, a hundred G's for his head
And leave a bloody down where that body bleed

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

There it is, cashed him like some chips at
Slid us a briefcase full of 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 'case they on my
If a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', niggaz know we ain't 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' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig
Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get wig split

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, slanger
to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber
The autopsy red, them had some heat fo yo ass
And never leave your block without your glock, and mask
Haters hatin' but it's all game related and that's we do, bitch