Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

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

it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent the tents
In front of this 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 scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3
Hope inside they got a of coke and 10 G

The niggas in the project in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's in the hallways
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the flo'
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 a made G

Get to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga 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
I do goes 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 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

I lay back and think again, to come up on cheese
Do what I do, nigga it's all on me
like 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 kids but 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 stash at, the cash at
the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass
Green wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, 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 blast
You play fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

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

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

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

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

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 hope B.G., hit the pot
Put on the spot, every 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 mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle
Do I gotta do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to 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 to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a in a tower
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 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 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 niggas puttin' on they mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out
You gon' come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

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