Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do my way
struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you cant the hustle, feel this

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even
Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote this chopper, I'm quick to ya
You heard that drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll it on down
Yo click think an organization, we'll take it on down
in '97, it's the place to be
They packin M-11's and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get
That's how it be goin around my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til nose get sore
It's time to graduate, aint doin the job no mo'
Now a and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all about bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it battery juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
Flexin up for pussy, you must don't mind dyin
I leave ya folks cryin, you take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's accidental so it to hundred G
And it come, proper
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you must be in the UPT
You would wanna be that steel in the UPT
I know you heard them youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be
Niggas and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave in laps
I hit da stage with drama, niggas to scrap
See my hood straight out
You in my hood slippin, nigga you get out
Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is out
On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you out
When you my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
You think six feet 'cause you know I kill
You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a grill
You see, we macks, Glocks, and choppers
wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at
ounces by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the
My Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 a whop
If you you make it, fake yo ass get shookin
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get
If you think, stay put, or feel the fire the K
If you from Uptown, stay from round my way

Nigga, you be real in the UPT
You wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you that them youngstas creep in the UPT
be leavin them white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked we fled
Niggas struggle to support habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin cases week, misdemeanors and felonies
Playin hatin is a disease, beware of jealousy
If you ball then you on
If you do bad dats bitch niggas done waited on
Caveman, dats my nigga
Mook brother we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie took a fall, this ho to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay click wit all the partnas
watch ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get out from under a fuckin house
He diserve it
Joe is an old G
I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch
Soon as ya thinkin, think down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the see what I see
He wit me
My nigga just got 2 years, he gon' survive
But Lil lookin at 5, that aint shy
Nigga gon' bring like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, it's be a hot summer
Better dare yo thinkin and be ready to
If not...
You gon' get down nigga, around my way

[B.G.]
Aww, man
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