Luyện nghe bài hát Poison Bananas

P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass,
P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass,
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 took off when I blast four off
Pump the shorty, throw body
the grass grow tall
Yeah, I'm tango for the cash
Orange Jag, looking like a mango when it

With the tato on the
I talking 'bout bagging up work
I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming

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

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

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

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

You getting smacked, little accident
I just now heard of ya, and the next 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 dollar hit on you
Show you why we call money over bitches

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

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

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

All I need is a dumbells and a sandwich
Fuck, holding a conference, I'll run to
Hold Chris for hostage, 'cause Banks, doing gay porn
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 corner you common
Talk of New You, Jorge Pasada

I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a
That's a promise, you did six months, now you a
I accepted phones calls, now you at me
On some wild shit, judge said, time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 cold hard from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

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