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 them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi, I Bacardi, gets dick hard drunk
When I'm off skunk punk

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

From the Bloc, Hillside 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 usin' cruise

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's murder, man, posted at the front
And when they comes I dumps with both four
Lettin' 'em have it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the
Killed his ass and then kneel 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, bullshit walk, fool, this 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 doin'
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' to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said that nigga a wire tap
And they him dead, a hundred 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 looked for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and it up
ballas want to see his face but they break us off a cut

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

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

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

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

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