Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

And you don't wanna dance tingo
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 Celly and Bo

From the Garden Bloc, Hillside got Glock
Mack 10's, Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to have it all, so I 'till I'm gold
through a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga, big nigga on the block
Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on them 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 your bed side holdin' on two
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 a half a key, bitch

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

Nigga, than me, mobbin' through your hood and heads
hangin' 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 Mobb
Niggaz get they wig
Fuckin' with this Mobb
Niggaz get wig split

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

It's murder, man, posted at the door
And when they comes I dumps with both four
Lettin' 'em have it I'm static 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, on his own dick
Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this no sunshine
Three killas, one bloc, two hillside

This shit's fucked and I am tag with the murder, man
And that'll hurt a man, doin' dirt
And all you got to do is hop ass in my cut
We'll be back mornin', Cell, you comin' or what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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