Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

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

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

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

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, Brim and two
Costume of a at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust them close range, livin' estranged called insane
'Cuz when it's on, it's on, no matter night or day
And you fuck wit these
Get smothered with a half a key,

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

Nigga, than me, mobbin' through your hood and 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
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 comes I dumps with both four four's
Lettin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the
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, suckin' on his own
talk, bullshit walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine
Three killas, one bloc, two hillside

shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the murder, man
And that'll a man, niggaz doin' 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 this gut about to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract that nigga wore a wire tap
And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove down where body bleed

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

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

Yo' nigga got the chopper 'case 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'

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

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

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, slanger
Tryin' to get a 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, clip and
Haters hatin' but all game related and that's what we do, bitch