Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

I was born a loser, a pussy abuser
Murders I'm 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on
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
Young wit good sense, bent behind the
In front of this baller house that I'm to go in

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

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

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

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

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
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
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 lay back and again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, nigga all on me
Just like it's all on you to chose from wrong
Might be a move to go in this nigga home

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

Now where the at, where the cash at
Where the at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma that, pass that
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, real
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 last
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout and the power
Thinkin' 'cause my plan went sour
cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the
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

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

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

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

All I got is my rap folder to make a mill
But they got niggas even colder tryin' to make a
I be real and hope 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 'bout mine and ya know to progress, struggle
Do what I gotta do, gotta rap

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, ya, hoes jock ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up tape
'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 tryin' to hold money and the
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 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 of powder

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

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

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