Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

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

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

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

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, and two nines
of a killa at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We them 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 smothered with a half a key,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got gut feelin' about to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said that nigga 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 hummin' as I hit the
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 at Reno
Slid us a briefcase of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit, got the scrilla, gone without a trace
B the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

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

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

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig
Fuckin' with this shit
get they 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, niggaz had some heat fo yo ass
And never leave your block without your glock, clip and
Haters hatin' but it's all game related and what we do, bitch