Luyện nghe bài hát Reppin' Uptown

(sheek luciano)
Yo, I'm the same nigga when I get locked up
I don't call no nigga to me out
(jadakiss)
(mcgruff)
Yo, let me sit for a while, man
(ty)
I wanna get acquainted with
I'm ready to blow niggas for the jack
(uptown)

(yonkers
Harlem)

[ verse 1: ]
Yo, it wouldn't be wise to this guy
But let's say you tried, be the day you die
I'm jay to the - mmpfaah, callin ya on tat, baby
And all I see is payday, niggas ain't crazy
Frontin like you big, but I run with them
That'll one in your ribs, leave you under the bridge
a money thing, and a little bit
Make forget about they youth, like they bulletproof
deals in benegans with dominicans
But my transporter's a bad indian
I always knew I had butter, but I never it
When style be like the law, cause I get around it

[ verse 2: ]
respect comes first, send it throughout the barrel
Bullets travel - you hit the gravel
week's a war for sure, so I adore
Those who keep the close, mi amor
840, gettin floored for raw
And the streets first, I can teach you more
if I knew you had bricks, I'd be kickin your door
I'ma rob em with jeans and air max jogs
one page, you ain't ready for the saga
In it for the dough, flow hotter lava
'livin off experience' low like the nigerians
Cut a cesarean

[ verse 3: ]
Yo, if I afford ? ? ? , how you figure I could write a rhyme?
Or do crime and hustle and still struggle at the same
Stay wonderin when the time we might eat
We pack heat and run from police like a meet
I'm tryin to acquire the cheddar to make my better
Rock gucci sweaters, push beamers with the
But right now ain't lavish for my members
In and out of jail for the past 2
I even seen a kingpin get naked in sing-sing
Used to be a thug, but in jail somebody thing-thing
I ain't tryin to look jiggy when I'm from miss piggy
Cause fancy niggas get extorted kinda in the city

[ 4: mcgruff ]
Puff 'dro from the times_
Committin crimes
Ski mask disguise
Slid by the
off like fire nines
Stalk, I shine, frauds talkin jive
Get they took, nigga frontin like herb shook
The dirt book, run with thirst crooks, 8th and the 3rd
Word look, smoke you like purple hayze herb
Caught a pie from these oyeys on my jook
it, yo, life's a bitch, gotta love it though
All I wanted was knots and buck the flow
Have a mansion, parties with a tubble-mo
You know how the goes
Fly hoes strip and my kitkos