Luyện nghe bài hát Radikal

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

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

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

[Mr.]
The don't wanna see my C-L 6,
They wanna me
And young this dough I get they wanna twist me
You love Mr., hi oh now you 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 wanna cause Boobonic and Mr
are cuttin big brothers and fuckin they sisters
I hear Most this (and)
Most that (uh huh)
Plus Mr. dead (what else)
Mr. rap
Follow Mr. home with gun on my lap
And all that frontin for ya boys will get ya one in ya
Aint my fault my dough come fast and slower
You ass out like winnin a used to go
And I'm next to the boat and the grower
See red when I split ya like Noah nigga

(Chorus)

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

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

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