Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get back to the car, to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my
It's one way goin' money and the power
Gotta again 'cause my plan went sour

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

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 in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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