Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

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

'Cause it's bumpin', got but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the
In front of this baller that I'm 'bout to go in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and
Ain't no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma the ho
Get off the motherfuckin 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 shit wit Ben on it

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

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

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

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

I planned this and I done planned
But every time it go sour, I stand that
I money and the power in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, the fuck is that?

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

All I got is my rap folder to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a
I just be real and 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 come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, struggle
Do what I do, gotta rap hustle

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

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

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

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

I done been through it and I ain't nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the distribution people
And sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Cash Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time