Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

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

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

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

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

Give me the ball and fill the lane like Fenney
Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get penny
Any nigga disrespectin' I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, no realla

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

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

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

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

Punk shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped, on his own dick
Money talk, bullshit walk, fool, this no sunshine
killas, one garden 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 tomorrow mornin', Cell, you comin' or

I got gut feelin' about to make the killin' 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 where that body bleed

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

There it is, cashed him some chips at Reno
Slid us a full of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit, got the scrilla, gone without 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 a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we ain't no
Split up the tokens and I'm in the hood loccin'

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

Fuckin' with this Mobb
get they wig split
Fuckin' with this Mobb
get they 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, niggaz had some heat fo yo ass
And never your block without your glock, clip and mask
Haters hatin' but it's all game related and what we do, bitch