Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

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

'Cause it's bumpin', got 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 done for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a of coke and 10 G

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

I it wit ease, nigga 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 leavin' a G

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

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the
I do goes sour, hour after hour
I wanna sale 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
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

I lay and think again, tryin' 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
be a power move to go in this nigga home

I'ma handle my biz, plan it out and
killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to his bitch, I'ma spank the ho
Get off the flo' and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, the cash at
Where the grass at, look at
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 it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it and I'll 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 hang, I'm 'bout money and the power
Thinkin' again my plan went sour
That's cold, man cold, my plan went sour

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 want a 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 goes sour, hour 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 planned that
But every time it go sour, I stand that
I want money and the power in my hand
I'ma end up leavin' the game, what the fuck is

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the
And every time the kaper over, I nothin' back
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 folder 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 come out, we all
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta
Do what I do, gotta rap hustle

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

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

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
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 sour, hour after hour
I wanna 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 black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in 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 been through it and I ain't bring nothin' back
But I'm bringin' this shit to the fuckin' distribution
And they sendin' some shit back, ya heard me, all gravy
Money Records, Black Connection on the rise, all the time