Luyện nghe bài hát Ready Or Not

My all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy out the GT
You next to me, you best to be somethin too
you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew

These get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, a bitch nigga for ya
I'm like Mayoga and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man, niggaz'll stack nines for Cola

zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots and gold
Why say somethin about my
Don't jump out the window, it's safer out a plane

I can't my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could out a vein
You don't want a lead shower, the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz gotta aim

You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when on
it comes, ready or not
Don't be out snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked and to pop

The man makes no mistakes, it's been on the day I was born
drop or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop but I'm ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes, or not

Yeah, yeah, my shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle
You? You live life like a barbaric

Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig
Fuck the pigs on the street, they all wanna off a
And when these rappers get
They ain't gangsta, they turn into niggaz

You die if it's R
If it's you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to
They got money cooked, buy me the Apollo

These model hoes swallow, I buy bottle
What is M.O.B. That's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they
And got bunnies on they guns

You don't get a warnin, no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, or not
be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked and to pop

The man makes no mistakes, it's been on the day I was born
Stop drop or get lead in knot
I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still ridin around with my
it comes, ready or not

I think God spent a lil' time on me
Pop a miracle seed, my mom ain't see
I got a intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't with 10 mil', that ain't no money

My talents are blood deep, you can't take from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take funny
My rolls with my bullet holes
Givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of

The hip-hop cops my Suburban
Hopin can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only me urban

If try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's
pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him

You don't get a warnin, no heads up when it's on
it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and gone
Keep it and ready to pop

The man makes no mistakes, it's on since the day I was born
Stop drop or get lead in knot
I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still around with my chrome
Here it comes, or not