Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

And you don't wanna tingo tango
I let my left right mangle to your jaw southpaw
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 tryin' to have it all, so I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm wit that click nigga, that big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them gold
Better watch 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 bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust them teks range, livin' estranged called insane
when it's on, it's on, site 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 'cuz I'm out to get penny
Any disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, no realla

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

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

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

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

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

shit's 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
be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or what?

I got gut feelin' 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 that bleed

Red rum is I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
Homicide 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

it is, cashed him like some chips at Reno
Slid us a full of crispy ass C-Notes
Made the hit, got the scrilla, gone a trace
B behind the 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 shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no
up the tokens and I'm back in the hood loccin'

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

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

Yeah, like a hillside strangler, yola slanger
Tryin' to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas
The autopsy red, them niggaz had heat fo yo ass
And never leave block without your glock, clip and mask
Haters hatin' but it's all related and that's what we do, bitch