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

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

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

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 you're
Keep it cocked and to pop

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

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

Me without my gun in the streets is like a eatin pig feet
the pigs on the street, they all wanna off a nigga
And when these get shot
They gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz

You die if it's R
If it's PG-13 you with a scar
R.I.P. to and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got money cooked, buy me the Apollo

These model swallow, I buy another bottle
is M.O.B. nigga? That's my motto
These rappers kings, they pawns
And got bunnies on they guns

You don't get a warnin, there's no 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, been on since the day I was born
Stop or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still ridin around my chrome
it comes, ready or not

I think God spent a lil' extra 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 full of those

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

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

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 and ready to pop

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