Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

I was born a loser, a pussy abuser
Murders I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a off my block, it's hot

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

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

The in the project come in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, it's in the hallways
so slow 'cause 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 bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm a made G

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

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

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

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

Now where the stash at, the cash at
Where the at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, pass
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, fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and 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 hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan sour

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

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

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

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, every tape we drop, hit the hot

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

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

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

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

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on they 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, sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I bring nothin' back
But I'm this shit to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black on the rise, all the time