Luyện nghe bài hát NigHtmare on Figg St.

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

Crack of
get it, yeah we get it, yeah
Figg get the money,
All season, every
Niggas better hope our poppin
Before I start robbin the reup oxycontin

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

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

The landlord turn your lieutenant a tenant
And if ya rims spinnin' ya jaw
I'm a grown man dog, I ain't
The end has
So, keep weed and big
Big
Brought on her
The holy ghost, she speak in
searchin'
Why even run scotty done
you must got me confused
Bitch I'm from the
On figg side moves
to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the work, MURK!