Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

Bitch, I got beam like Scotty, you spotty
When I this aim at your brain
And them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi, I Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk
When I'm off that skunk

And you wanna dance tingo tango
I let my left right mingle to your jaw southpaw
It be a law against these thangs, I throw
About to lay shit down with Celly Cell and Bo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove down where that body

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, like a real strangler, yola slanger
Tryin' to get a but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber
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 game and that's what we do, bitch