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 duck
Baby Gangsta, heart stopper, car
I tote chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
You that I'll drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, break it on down
Yo click think an organization, we'll take it on down
in '97, it's the place to be
They packin nigga and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get
That's how it be goin down my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I represent no what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of fall on you
snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, aint doin the job no mo'
Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump battery
me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud
You I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
Flexin up for that pussy, you don't mind dyin
I leave ya cryin, you wont take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's so it increase to hundred G
And when it come,
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
be leavin them white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
My is hot wit killas, ATF be hittin
slangin and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave brains in
I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to
See my hood thugged 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
you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
You think six feet deep 'cause you I kill
You spot me comin up the block, I'm in wit a sparkle grill
You see, we macks, Glocks, and choppers
Playin wit hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at
ounces by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you we have, chumps we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, open shop
Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
If you real you it, fake yo ass get shookin
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo get tookin
If you think, stay put, or feel the from the K
If you aint from Uptown, stay round my way

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

[B.G.]
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we
Niggas to support they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin cases week, misdemeanors and felonies
Playin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you ball then you on
If you do bad dats what bitch niggas waited on
Caveman, my nigga bitch
Mook Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay tight wit all the partnas
I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo 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, hustlin down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil just hit the street
From that 13th, a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He wit me
My Pete just got 2 years, he gon' survive
But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, aint shy
Nigga gon' bring noise a drummer
gettin outta jail, it's gon' be a hot summer
Better yo thinkin and be ready to spray
If not...
You gon' get bucked nigga, around my way

[B.G.]
Aww, man
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