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

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

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

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

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