Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

I was born a loser, a stank pussy
Murders I'm 'cause 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 what I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit sense, bent behind the tents
In front of baller house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights all out
I scoped for 3 weeks, been broke 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 dark in the
Creepin' so slow 'cause it's on the flo'
I gets up there, got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I dead bodies
Two wit shots, one nigga still breathin'
He bleedin' heavily, I'm a made 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' gettin' and the power
Gotta again 'cause my plan went sour

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

I lay back and think again, tryin' to 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 this home

handle my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but split his wig
If I have to 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
the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma that, pass that
shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, no need for thankin' on it
I gots to it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and blast
You with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

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

cold, I'm tryin' to hold 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

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

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

I done kidnapped, I jacked, I done slung the mack
And time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I ain't 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 plan and we clique on the rise
I come out ride, Hot Boyz come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout 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 tryin' to hold 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

That's cold, I'm to hold 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

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna flour, I want a office 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 kaper
If it ain't right 'cause it aint gon' come out right
You ain't come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

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