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 out with' all that flossin' potna
(Ball so hard) you must be
Leave em in the with his shoelaces missin'
And socks up off his
Pistol holdin' nigga
skeet
Soul
Rock
Dot
Hippy, TDE
Well fuck it nigga let's
A dope dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck that
Let's bake and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the unit
Fuck
Pimp hoes or wring ya bread, she tracks

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

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

Uh, what's 50 grand to a muh fucka you, you still need a reminder?
(Yeah, so)
Shit I'm
38 [?] call him coco
Stick 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' gangsta ass later at the

The landlord your 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 holy ghost, she speak in
searchin'
Why even run when done
Nigga you must got me
I'm from the groove
On figg side moves
Drive to pussy more than I do to
No AC, but the work, MURK!