Luyện nghe bài hát Poison Bananas

P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass,
unit, you pussy, ass, nigga
P-p-p unit, you pussy ass,

Who the snitch?, You the
Who the bitch?, You the
Who the snitch?, You the
Who the bitch?, You the

Who the snitch?, You the
Who the bitch?, You the
Who the snitch?, You the
Who the bitch?, You the

Look, get ya mask took off I blast four off
the shorty, throw your body
Where the grass grow
Yeah, I'm like tango for the
Orange Jag, looking like a when it pass

With the tato on the
I ain't talking 'bout up work
I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming

You thirty, just in the game
You be trying to get out
You know it's drama when the get out
Pull and spit the lead, bullets hit head
Then mind'll sit out by the time they find this shit, out

I'm in a different state, in a zip
Different whip, plates, wait!
I put the heat in to head
You, G unit, ninja
your leader is rat, scrat!

It's as one, two, three
You lames, get at game?
You gotta through me
Yayo, get out the way, ho

Lloyd Banks, just got
Technique pass the
And aim it at Curtis Jack, you right
Trying to be Wright
(Right)

You getting smacked, little murderer
I now heard of ya, and the next time you disrespect the west
E, serving ya, Yayo, you lay low 'cause
The M.O.B, got some killers on the
I put a million hit on you snitches
Show you why we call ourselves money bitches

I got a clip full of poison
And some cold hard killers from
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of bananas
And a hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a clip full of poison
And a cold hard killer from Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a full of poison bananas
And a hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)

Olivia, get in the car, before I smack you
Like Fifty, did Starr and he picking on li'l niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Jackson get a li'l bigger?
Nigga, using that enhancement

All I need is a couple dumbells and a
Fuck, holding a conference, run to Violator
Hold Chris Lighty for hostage, 'cause Banks, doing gay
out the closet!

Either that or I'm ma knock Chris Lighty,
Cut all the nonsense, you was pc'd, up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the like you common
of New York? You, Jorge Pasada

I throw 'em, you catch 'em, not a threat
a promise, you did six months, now you a convict
I accepted phones calls, now you at me
On wild shit, judge said, time spent

Now you can get it
The same gun homicide, dropped five dimes
And next time you try to kiss me on the
You won't be long enough to put out Mobb Deep

I got a clip full of bananas
And cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a clip full of poison
And a cold killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison
And a hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)

Welcome to the west, let me you what hood like
My niggas, down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Knight
Tag left toes, wish you niggas, a good night
Rock-a-by, baby, chrome, three-thirty-six,

Ready to die, them niggas ain't
On the wall on the mini street that they can't be
A box plenty of leg room, game, hit me
watching, access granted in Cancun

I'm look at the two like the nerve of this dude
Pointing a beam at him, locating his next
Talk to my heat, Chi-Chi get the
Replace that, G Unit, with a halo

I got a clip of poison bananas
And cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of bananas
And a cold killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer LA
(Here monkey, monkey)