Luyện nghe bài hát Poison Bananas

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

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 off when I blast four off
Pump the shorty, throw your
the grass grow tall
Yeah, I'm like for the cash
Orange Jag, looking a mango when it pass

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

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

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

simple as one, two, three
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 Jack, you ain't right
Trying to be Wright
(Right)

You getting smacked, accident murderer
I just now heard of ya, and the next time you disrespect the
E, ya, Yayo, you better lay low 'cause
The M.O.B, got killers on the payroll
I put a million hit on you snitches
Show you why we call ourselves money 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 from Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of bananas
And a cold killer from 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 couple and a sandwich
Fuck, holding a conference, run to Violator
Hold Chris Lighty for hostage, 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, 'bout the corner like you common
Talk of New You, Jorge Pasada

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

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

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

Welcome to the west, let me show you what like
My niggas, down to sit on death row and 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 wall on the mini street that they can't be
A box plenty of leg room, game, hit me
We're watching, granted in Cancun

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

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