Luyện nghe bài hát Radikal

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Yo, every get down
Yo, you cant be mad at us man we just what we've been doin (yeah)
Ya know?, us
wanna hatin and shit (everybody get down)
Theres a lot of money out here, hands on it
Uh uh, Wanted

Yo, I'm nigga who you wanna be (who)
Not ch'all, record deal, hot cars, only pop stars
bitches
Tounge pass the
If I for a bitch, let me fall dont push me
Hatin ass nigga dont slick sides
'cause outta look at my chain he dont dick ride
Yo niggas aint cool wit Bonic, niggas me
And talk to the song so they dont hear me (whaaaaaaat)
Let me out niggas jealous
Hot, yo the told us that we can get you jealous
H - O - T - B - O - Y S's
Taught you the shit you so why test us
Dont bother me that break ya neck
This week nigga I already ate ya check
Let my check book determine if I'm in vein
When you niggas Boo cool
your sayin my name

Is it the way I live and what I got is your tryin to get
Do I look so good that you know what to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)
Is it the way I live and what I got is what tryin to get
Do I look so good that you dont know to do-ooooo
(money, money, money, money, money)

[Mr.]
The cops don't see my C-L 6,
wanna frisk me
And young with dough I get they wanna twist me
You Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me
But or me doin a bid you gunna miss me
This aint hate, its too much cause I'm richer
When I used to push things, I flip quicker,
Niggas twist cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they sisters
I Most Wanted this (and)
Most that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead (what else)
Mr. rap
Mr. home with this gun on my lap
And all that for ya boys will get ya one in ya back
Aint my fault my come fast and yours slower
You ass out winnin a used to go lower
And I'm next to the and the cocaine grower
See red when I ya head like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

Mr.!?
A couldn't hand me a price
I catch a bullet for em like my chain at the
Spit every last at a gunfall
A kill you the listener if you for em
Die for the nigga my dog forever
Hoes be like damn why always together
Two things thata never be is rich and thats you and another ass bitch

[Mr.]
dont feed man I'll talk shit for you
Tell you to take cover swing and hit for you
Get stitched up, come and spit for you
Bring hot heads that the shit for you
Ride for you homie till our hit the soil
Won't die for you? got it fucked up
Like that need a perm they click and touched up
Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, the fuck is thaaaat
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody closer
I'm tellin you one I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
You niggas dont no beef man
I'm for that shit for real
Fuck you man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas didnt experince that.. you
you niggas didnt experience man
Y'all dont know what is man
money is when your bank account is the amount muthafucker
You have stash's.. I stash money.. overseas nigga
You dont want I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over y'all dressed up in a suit
And niggas reach I lean and sharp shoot