Luyện nghe bài hát NigHtmare on Figg St.

Q:]
What's 50 grand to a muh fucka like me, can you please me?
Shit, I'll ya
Put that behind ya
Put ya inside ya
Better chill out all that flossin' potna
(Ball so hard) you must be
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 Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck
Let's bake coke and cook
Fuck the sheriffs, the unit
crash
Pimp hoes or ya bread, she love tracks

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

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

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

The landlord turn your lieutenant a tenant
And if ya spinnin' ya jaw dented
I'm a man dog, I ain't kiddin'
The end has
So, weed and big lungs
Big
on her knees
The holy ghost, she in tongues
searchin'
Why run when scotty done
Nigga you got me confused
Bitch I'm the groove
On figg makin moves
Drive to pussy more I do to church
No AC, but the work, MURK!