Luyện nghe bài hát Radikal

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

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

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

[Mr.]
The cops wanna see my C-L 6,
They frisk me
And young this dough I get they wanna twist me
You Mr., hi oh now you wanna kiss me
But dead or me doin a bid you gunna me
This aint hate, its too much cause I'm richer
I used to push them things, I flip quicker,
Niggas wanna twist cause and Mr
are cuttin big and fuckin they little sisters
I hear Most this (and)
Most that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead (what else)
Mr. rap
Mr. home with this gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya boys get ya one in ya back
Aint my my dough come fast and yours slower
You ass out like a used to go lower
And I'm next to the and the cocaine grower
See red when I split ya head like nigga

(Chorus)

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

[Mr.]
Boobonic dont feed man I'll talk for you
Tell you to take cover I'll and hit for you
Get up, come back and spit for you
Bring hot that make the shit for you
Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the
die for you? they got it fucked up
Like chicks that need a they click and touched up
Peel off on the and pop the clutch up what

Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is thaaaat
(everybody get down)
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You know.. niggas dont want it man anybody closer
I'm you one thing I'm ghetto. .no holster
Hateeeeeers, hate oooooooon, some doooooo, what the fuck is
You niggas want no beef man
I'm routing for that shit for
you niggas man.. I love bitchs, money, and travelin
And you niggas didnt that.. you know
you niggas didnt experience man
Y'all dont know money is man
money is your bank account is the banks amount muthafucker
You niggas have stash's.. I stash money.. nigga
You want none I'm a gangsta
Man I'll take over y'all corners dressed up in a
And niggas wanna reach I lean and sharp