Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

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

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

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

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, and two nines
Costume of a killa at bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust them close range, livin' estranged called 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 Fenney
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' your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' out the windows dumpin'
And feds, so mind your own
Cross the line and see how they gone
Head decapitated caught slippin' in my zone

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

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

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

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

This shit's and I am tag teamin' with the murder, man
And that'll hurt a man, niggaz doin'
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 feelin' about to make the for a livin'
The contract said that nigga a wire tap
And they want him dead, a G's for his head
And a bloody glove down where that body bleed

Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
just 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 they 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 I'ma leave a 50 empty
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no
up the tokens and I'm back in the hood loccin'

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

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

Yeah, a real 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 your block without your glock, clip and mask
Haters but it's all game related and that's what we do, bitch