Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on
But my kaperz sour for the Lil' B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK
Struggle for my stat to be on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope
Six figgas I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit sense, bent behind the tents
In front of baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's all out
I you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside got a bird of coke and 10 G

The in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the second
I gets up there, they got a in the front do'

I push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo
No keys, no G's, I find dead
Two wit shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a G

Get to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun in my hand
It's one way gettin' money and the power
Gotta think again 'cause my plan went

That's cold, I'm to hold money and the power
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I don't wanna flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of

I lay and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, it's all on me
Just it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a move to go in this nigga home

handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and take me to the

Now where the stash at, the cash at
Where the at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, blast that, pass that
Green wit Ben Franklin on it

spill you nigga, ain't no need for thankin' on it
I gots to have it, up it busta, fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and I'll
You play with get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla 'til death, be trill to my last
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout and the power
Thinkin' again my plan went sour
cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I planned this and I planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand
I want and the power in my hand black
end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done the mack
And every the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I then I'm grabbin' that

All I got is my rap folder to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to a mill
I just be and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, tape we drop, hit the store hot

We got a plan and we clique on the rise
I out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do what I do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go
Holdin' my dick, G's and a in my hand

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour hour
I don't sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money and the power
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't sale flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold and the power
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they black
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in kaper
If it ain't planned right it aint gon' come out right
You ain't come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the