Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on
But my kaperz goin' sour for the 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, keep a off my block, it's hot

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

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

The niggas in the come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, 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 push it wit ease, nigga freeze, get on yo
No keys, no G's, I dead bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still
He bleedin' heavily, I'm leavin' a G

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

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 of powder

cold, I'm tryin' to hold 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

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

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

Now the stash at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at
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, fuck it buster and blast
You play with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 goes sour, hour after
I don't wanna sale flour, I 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 wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

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

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