Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

And you wanna dance tingo tango
I let my right mingle mangle to your jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs, I
About to lay some shit down with Cell and Bo

From the Garden Bloc, got they Glock
Mack 10's, Mobb never end
I'm to have it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold
through 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 your back we strapped with teks
up in a blue Lex' and dump caps to your neck

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, Brim and two
of a killa at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We them teks close range, livin' estranged called insane
'Cuz when on, it's on, site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit
Get smothered a half a key, bitch

me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like Fenney
Hardaway I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know I'm wig splittin' killa, ain't no realla

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

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

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

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

Punk bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay 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 shit's fucked and I am tag with the murder, man
And that'll a man, niggaz doin' dirt
And all you got to do is hop ass in my cut
be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or what?

I got this gut feelin' about to the killin' for a livin'
The contract said that nigga a wire tap
And they want him dead, a G's for his head
And leave a glove down where that body bleed

Red rum is I'm hummin' as I hit the fence
Homicide just looked for prints but found no
Stuffed his in the duffel bag and zipped it up
ballas want to see his face but they break 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, gone a trace
B the wheel and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

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

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

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

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