Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

I was a loser, a stank pussy abuser
Murders I'm 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my to be phattest on knots
Pack wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, it's hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got nothin' but traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be and laughin'
Young wit sense, bent behind the tents
In front of this baller that I'm 'bout to go in

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

The niggas in the project in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, dark in the hallways
Creepin' so 'cause it's on the second 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 head shots, one nigga breathin'
He heavily, I'm leavin' a made G

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

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money and the power
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I want a office in a
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 after
I don't 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 gotta do, it's all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose right from
Might be a power move to go in nigga home

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

Now where the at, where the cash at
Where the grass at, look at
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, that
shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, 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 fire get burned, fuck 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 went

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

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

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

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

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to make a
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to 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 plan and we clique tight on the
I come out Juvey ride, Hot come 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, ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I duck 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 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 a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

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 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 keys of

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on black mask
up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it 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 bring nothin'
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution
And they sendin' shit back, ya heard me, it's all gravy
Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time