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 them hollow thangs in body
Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, dick hard drunk
I'm off that skunk punk

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

the Garden Bloc, Hillside got they Glock
Mack 10's, shit'll never end
I'm to have it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' 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 back 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 at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust them teks close range, livin' estranged called
'Cuz when it's on, it's on, no matter night or day
And you fuck wit these
Get with a half a key, bitch

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

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

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

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

It's murder, man, at the front door
And when they comes I 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 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 garden bloc, two

This fucked 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 wore a tap
And they want him dead, a hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove down that body bleed

Red rum is what I'm as I hit the fence
Homicide just looked for prints but no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and it up
Them ballas to see his face but they 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, without a trace
B the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

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

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

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

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola
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 glock, clip and mask
Haters but it's all game related and that's what we do, bitch