Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, 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 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, hot

'Cause bumpin', got nothin' but dope traffic
Six figgas what I'm after, can't be playin' and
Young wit good sense, 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 lights all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, been for 3 weeks
inside they got a bird of coke and 10 G

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

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

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

That's cold, I'm to hold 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 of powder

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

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

Now where the stash at, where the at
the grass at, look at this
Chopper in my hand, blast 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, 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 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the
Thinkin' again 'cause my plan sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan sour

cold, I'm tryin' to hold 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 of powder

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna 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 want money and the power in my black
I'ma end up the game, what the fuck is that?

I kidnapped, I done jacked, I done slung the mack
And time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I 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, every tape we drop, hit the hot

We got a plan and we clique tight on the
I come out Juvey ride, Hot Boyz 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, fuck ya, hoes jock ya
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to up tape sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a plan to go
Holdin' my dick, G's and a in my hand

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

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

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 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 me, don't go in that kaper
If it ain't planned right 'cause it gon' come out right
You ain't gon' come out wit no mail, make you got it down pat

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