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

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

On we see it
We it
We it
We get it
stormin', it's snowin', it's floodin'
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, what's 50 grand to a muh fucka like you, you need a reminder?
(Yeah, so)
I'm loco
38 [?] call him coco
Stick around the boy
em go go
Don't shootin til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all fo'?
See yo' gangsta ass later at the

The turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if ya rims spinnin' ya jaw
I'm a man dog, I ain't kiddin'
The end has
So, keep and big lungs
Big
on her knees
The ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder
Why even run when done
Nigga you got me confused
Bitch I'm the groove
On figg side moves
to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the work, MURK!