Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Chances

Rell fresh
How it feel to where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass now
All my soldiers the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, the police

I'm up early on the strip the birds chirpin'
I had to turn my off too many birds chirpin'
Damn my homies gotta sit in the
So for them, I my chain and piss in my ring

Yeah, shit on niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red man
You fuckin' wit Rell, New York City's rider man

Now is these niggaz some like us?
No
say the real, well they realer than us?
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my threat
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this we enjoy
start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start these hammers and pull 'em

That's when these start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a
is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin' New York

Who them niggaz paintin' the red

Banks stop and we lay bets
Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them leave wit ya bitch nigga
Gang
Who them niggaz at bitch niggaz

Who them niggaz gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

Now do these niggaz be like me?
No
They say they G is they like me?
No, no, no

Is my guns
Yes
Is my ones
Yes
Do we run
Yes, yes, yes

My pistol game been tight since chicken lo and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' that for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin caine through the pipe
that bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life

So we adore and
Cause through war we gon ride wit two 4's on our side
Shit, man I'm it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I just ball

Who niggaz paintin' the town red?

Banks stop and we lay down
Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them niggaz leave wit ya nigga
Byrd
Who niggaz squeezin' at bitch niggaz

Who them niggaz that gotta get nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Gang, Byrd Gang

These niggaz want me to down and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my
Leave me lemme twist my weed
Two things I never a U.F.O. and a bitch I need

The Beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the dawg, north signin' to P.C
These niggaz washed up callin' it
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my

I the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still y'all
Up in this booth and smellin' like the mess hall

Now is these more liver than me?
No
He kinda hot but is he spittin' more fire me?
No, no, no, no

Is my good?
Yes
Is my good?
Yes
Am I so
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is niggaz some killas like us
No
They say the real, they realer than us
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my good?
Yes, yes, yes