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 steel behind ya
Put ya inside ya
Better chill out all that flossin' potna
(Ball so hard) you be cray
Leave em in the streets with his missin'
And up off his feet
Pistol gonorrhea nigga
Skeet
Soul
dropped
Dot
Hippy, TDE
Well fuck it let's 4-peat
A dope dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck that
bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang
Fuck
Pimp hoes or wring ya bread, she love

of dawn
Figg get it, yeah we get it,
Figg get the money,
All season, every
Niggas better our star poppin
Before I robbin the reup with oxycontin

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

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

The landlord turn your into a tenant
And if ya rims spinnin' ya jaw
I'm a grown man dog, I kiddin'
The end has
So, keep weed and big
Big
on her knees
The ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder
Why even run scotty done
Nigga you must got me
Bitch I'm from the
On figg side makin
Drive to pussy than I do to church
No AC, but the work, MURK!