Luyện nghe bài hát Raise up Bitch

Click click bang

I'm sick of niggaz to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off the nigga the big bitch
And that's the problem the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you your gatts
And to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherfucking
Letting all your homies you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to you
Dropped your in the dirt
And know how to send it at you
Trying to your way into the big clique
And the main reason young niggaz die quick
in this fast shit
And to have a bad bit
But you niggaz know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them hoes
Think about it quick
And up bitch

Now the I run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a
So you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary
niggaz was born dying I was born killing
So gather up army g
'cos that's what it's going to to stop a nigga like me
'cos I'm at you full force nigga
I you got some real niggaz on the trigger
I be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gatts you better use motherfuckers
Sparking nines at a drastic
Taking orders from a basket case
So when my goes pop
Boy you better and get your ass up off the pot
(fuck 'em up) to my glock click
Now raise up

So niggaz fuck with me
'cos I'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking
And the rest of the to come
So bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And I'm a you off a big piece
'cos niggaz can't fuck with the big
motherfuckers about face
Salute the one the people call scarface
Still quick to hit up, quick to get them up
to not give a fuck
Never bringing the shit
I left the mic for a year and I still lost it
Still running them down, them down
Yeah real niggaz going to clown
So put your crown on since you're
And let me take care of my nigga
The bigger the the bigger the cap
The bigger the the bigger the fucking gatt
So step up with hoe shit
And I'm a empty the whole
Ain't no running a rabbit
I'm a let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker
And your hat to your motherfucking ass
'cos ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't what to do to it
But I ain't had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet raise the fuck