Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

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

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

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

[B.G.]
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be
Niggas slangin and snortin, if we we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave in laps
I hit da with drama, startin niggas to scrap
See my straight thugged out
You in my hood slippin, nigga you get out
Ya body there, but ya spirit is shoved out
On V.L., it's hell the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street,
you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
You think six feet 'cause you know I kill
You me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill
You see, we macks, Glocks, and choppers
Playin wit them hoes, slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my at rest
Runnin by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you we have, chumps we got it on the half
My Big Stan, Uptown open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a
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 aint from Uptown, stay from my way

Nigga, you be real in the UPT
You wanna be packin 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.]
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we
Niggas struggle to they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin every week, misdemeanors and felonies
Playin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you then you hated on
If you do bad dats bitch niggas done waited on
Caveman, my nigga bitch
Mook Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay click wit all the partnas
I'ma watch ya, Hoo nigga did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get pulled out from a fuckin house
He diserve it
Joe is an old G
I his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch
Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby hit the street
that 13th, took 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 bring noise 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 bucked down nigga, my way

[B.G.]
Aww, man
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