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, gets dick drunk
When I'm off skunk punk

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

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

I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga, that big on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut on them gold knocks
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, and two nines
Costume of a at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust them teks close range, estranged called insane
'Cuz when it's on, it's on, no matter night or day
And you can't wit these
Get smothered with a a key, bitch

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

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

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

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

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

bitch shouldn't have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped, suckin' on his own
talk, bullshit 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 hurt a man, niggaz doin' dirt
And all you got to do is hop ass in my cut
We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you or what?

I got this gut feelin' about to the killin' for a livin'
The said that nigga wore 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 what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide just for prints but found no evidence
Stuffed his head in the bag and zipped 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, without a trace
B behind the wheel and Bo Loc to the briefcase

Yo' nigga Cell got the 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail then leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these 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 Mobb shit
get they wig split

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

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola
Tryin' to get a but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber
The autopsy red, them niggaz had 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