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

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

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

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

I can barely get peace
Lie like all in
I see all these people just scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, no stallin'
All night we be
Let's see where they hidin' or where be
We slangin' heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, hundred
Four hundred, 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 holdin' that shit like good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they what it is
Leave the hood as as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go
Show no love, straight
.45 Glock got no safety
In the North, we at war with the other