Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to come up on
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
Struggle for my stat to be on knots
Pack Glocks wit 17, a nigga off my block, it's hot

it's bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and
wit good sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this 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 done scoped for 3 weeks, been broke for 3
Hope inside got a bird of coke and 10 G

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

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

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

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

I lay back and again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, 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 home

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

Now where the at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, at this
in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass that
Green wit Ben Franklin on it

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

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

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 of powder

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

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

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

All I got is my rap tryin' to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to a mill
I just be real and B.G., hit the jack pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the 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 what I do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm 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 to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
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 hold money and the
Everything I do goes sour, hour hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

That's cold, I'm 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

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

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