Luyện nghe bài hát NigHtmare on Figg St.

Q:]
What's 50 grand to a muh fucka me, can you please remind me?
Shit, I'll ya
Put that behind ya
Put ya five ya
Better chill out all that flossin' potna
(Ball so hard) you be cray
em in the streets with his shoelaces missin'
And up off his feet
Pistol holdin' nigga
skeet
Soul
dropped
Dot
Hippy, TDE
Well it nigga let's 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck
bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang
Fuck
Pimp hoes or wring ya bread, she tracks

Crack of
Figg get it, yeah we get it,
get the money, yeah
All season, year
better hope our star poppin
Before I start the reup with oxycontin

On we see it
We it
We it
We get it
It's stormin', snowin', it's floodin'
And out here thuggin'
On we see it
We it, we want it
We get it
get the money yea
Figg get the yea

Uh, what's 50 to a muh fucka like you, you still need a reminder?
(Yeah, so)
I'm loco
38 brown [?] him coco
Stick around the boy
em go go
Don't stop til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough
See yo' gangsta ass later at the

The turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if ya rims ya jaw dented
I'm a grown man dog, I kiddin'
The end has
So, keep weed and big
Big
on her knees
The holy ghost, she speak in
Murder
Why even run when scotty
you must got me confused
Bitch I'm the groove
On figg makin moves
Drive to pussy more than I do to
No AC, but the work, MURK!