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

of dawn
Figg get it, we get it, yeah
Figg get the money,
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', snowin', it's floodin'
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 need a
(Yeah, so)
I'm loco
38 brown [?] call him
Stick the block boy
em go go
Don't stop til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough
See yo' gangsta ass at the crossroads

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