Luyện nghe bài hát Peace Hardly

(Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you that mothafuckin' beat?)
(Ah, nah, you make that motherfucker)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made one)

I'm lil' nigga not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that shit like good, mmm
I hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as as blood spill, boom
Bring sticks out, hood go crazy
no love, straight homicide
.45 ain't got no safety
In the North, we at war the other side

Fuck all you niggas, I'm strapped my burner
I'm tryna see it is
Swerve in Bentley, hop out on a corner
Make my way to LA on a
I see your vision ain't looking too clear
Them get left in the field
And them diamonds get set on a
And my stay set on a mil'
All night, on that corner
We on go, we see 'em
I'ma fly her in I wanna
'Cause lil' chill
And that's all matter, chit, no chatter
And these hoes get cut pills
Bitch, don't run your mouth nothin'
You that ain't real

I can barely get peace
Lie they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just be
When it's war, no stallin'
All we be stalkin'
see where they hidin' or where they be
We that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three
Four hundred, hundred, six, add four more
I'm rich, I'ma spend that shit
I'ma shoot the shit, got plenty of
One million, two million, three
Wanna be with a nigga, ho, add more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here me
'Til you prove with me you ain't

Wrong side, we ride that bitch
Tell I say bring him right in the dead end
Fuck if he alone, know how we get
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some friends
It's 187, we shit down
Murder right in the town, movin' in
She right for my heart, so I'm movin' out
I'ma clear this bitch out if they mug
Now I'm back in this bitch, gotta again
Full of Xans, I be it with a ten
straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben
Catch another, I ain't thinkin' sin
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no
He bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over
Travel out for them things, just him and
For that money, be less, better pray over

I can barely get hardly
Lie they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just be
it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be
Let's see where they hidin' or they be
We that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three
hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma that shit
I'ma the shit, got plenty of sticks
One million, two million, million
be with a nigga, ho, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here me
'Til you prove with me you ain't

I'm that lil' nigga not them M's
I'm that shit like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill,
them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight
.45 Glock ain't got no
In the North, we at war the other side