Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

I was a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK
for my stat to be phattest on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a 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 the tents
In of this baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

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

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

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

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

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

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
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 keys of

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

I'ma my biz, plan it out and shit
killin' no kids 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
the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, that
shit 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, it buster and I'll blast
You play with fire get burned, wit B.G. get burnt

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

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money 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

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money and the power
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 done planned
But time it go sour, I can't stand that
I want money and the in my hand black
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is

I done kidnapped, I jacked, I done slung the mack
And every the kaper 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 to make a mill
But got niggas even colder tryin' to make a mill
I be real and hope B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, tape we drop, hit the store hot

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

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

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

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

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

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