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 a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on
Glocks wit 17, keep 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 baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

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

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

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

Get to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga planned 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, hour after
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

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

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

I'ma handle my biz, it out and shit
killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and me to the coke

Now where the stash at, the cash at
Where the at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, blast that, pass that
Green shit wit Ben on it

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

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

That's cold, I'm to hold 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

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money 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

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

I kidnapped, I done 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 that
Any high-roller got what I then I'm grabbin' that

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

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, jock 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 to hold money and the power
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't sale 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, 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 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

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas on they black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, go in that kaper
If it planned right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't gon' 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 fuckin' people
And they sendin' some back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time