Luyện nghe bài hát Raw Footage

Yo, it's raw
like four hookers
We're stealin and killin and ball til the law us
We [? ? ? ? ? ] [? ? ? ? ? ] like
Uh-oh to y'all
Like
knockin' if y'all wit' us

[marlon
Yo, runnin through life pharaohs in babylon
Like serial killers, I'm on some shit be on
Hidin' out in
House the intercom
is wild john to see the sinister on
Money maffia
[? ? ? ] and [? ? ? ? ]
til get wise on ya
Change face move to bosnia

With jamal's shape on
And more on
to liz claiborne
Marlon brando at the table the large cat
a raw pack
Vietnamese hat
Smellin' sex in the
Contracts with death
Tryin' to stop my
With holes in my chest
Marlon, harlem
Ballin' nicaraguans
Plan's complex - enough to kuwait squadrons
Cuban - you get kissed on both cheeks
to the family - if not then where you wan' eat?
We in the al capone suite - la and my bed lady
My sweaters shed crazy - 180 the red avery
I'm to see dynasty
And nothin' stoppin me
From private
the glass roof on top of me
Cut, cut!

x2

[big
Uh, uh, raw footage nigga, thievs, big dubez, uh-huh, big dubez, check it... uh oh!

it -
It's hard to shake these after me
When all I want is cream than master p
Big d-u-b, man never easy
Being a
me, play-er?
A million to eat - do you know what they are?
You wit' the or is you hatin' like they are?
Fuck em all - red my rings, dread my
Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my
See, life's a bitch and I hit er for one
her til I hear her sing
ch-ching!
Busta made it clear to me
Rob a club, put your hands where my can see
em there
Nigga outsmart me? I the one you can smart-out
And that box you in, nigga? it's where you left a part out
Nigga, eat heart out
Either or hold it
All you hearin' is them motherfuckers, yo they stole it

x2

[king
Yeah - it's that steel bird nigga - king kirk ass - sporty thievs motherfuckers - yeah - y'all niggas is crazy, straight up - how we gon' do this? which one of y'all niggas think you can
Around?

wake up, so we can get this cake up
Sums we can up
And hold so much weight we space up
Stay
Mad stay fucked - say what?
I'm in y'all bitch niggas face make-up
up - we can spar til we see allah
Or it to the fdr til one of us wrecks they car
A of fact, we can scrap on the traintracks
And the loser lays and get his frame smacked
your name, black?
Most niggas me selfish
but when I get this grape eight with thongs, call me welch's
Kirk's the type did a perp' with your
On turnpikes dirtbikes
No shirts, ice
Word life - so hot I flame-throw
Chain glow - sunshowers, so when it's bright the ice rainbow(bling!)
Cats is wired phone poles
Instead of throwin'
They let go
And po-po
And play
In the state
til jake see em in the lake with eight in chest-plate
Niggas test weight when you play they hood like all good
Start blowin' like suge and your dashboard's all
18 inch
And your boys cars
rich stars
Drinkin' liquor in bars
Puffin'
You get far - fore they stop you
Watch you, then bop through on a late and pop you(bow!)
Brag they you and celebrate
Make their elevate - from featherweight to heavyweight
I know cats that talk with they mouths closed garfield
Speak on steel
That'll make you over the guard-rail
Cut, cut, cut, cut!
Niggas fuck around, cut, cut!

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[tragedy
Yeah, yeah...
thievs...
sheiks...
Q.b....
Yo, yo yo yo yo...
Yo, it's funny how the world revolve around
On the streets you was a king with one
Now you're in a praying to the unseen
Drag queen - murderous and foul schemes
Gettin' your back torn out with loud
I'm on the scene with rings and nice things
Nothing compares to the my gat' bring
Swervin' - black suburban. wrapped in
Puttin' work in - pop charts plus the
Niggas it - hear my shit and wanna thug it
Have y'all niggas goin' to war, to slug it
Sporty thievs - iron sheiks and ski
Go together - like and silk sheets
Still creep - daishiki get leaky
Who you wit? thug shit [? ? ? ? ? ]
Mahdi - q.b. -
Holdin' plastic 89s in a three
- (who you wit? ) - iron sheiks, sporty thievs, y'all niggas know