Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

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

Nigga, I be comin wit dat that you cant 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 I'll drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll it on down
Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on
in '97, it's the place to be
They M-11's nigga and 223
Erase all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be goin around my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I represent no matter what, respect or me
Let me live round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you think the of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, aint doin the job no mo'
Now a and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it battery juice
Make me the trigga finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big by the Girbaud sign
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 must don't dyin
I leave ya folks cryin, you wont take out the
It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to G
And when it come,
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you be real in the UPT
You would be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them white 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, brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, niggas to scrap
See my hood straight out
You in my slippin, nigga you get drugged out
Ya body layin there, but ya is shoved out
On V.L., it's hell the coke drought, you assed out
you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you hear my street, nigga, you six feet deep
You six feet deep 'cause you know I kill
You spot me up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill
You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and
Playin wit them hoes, slip we got ya
in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug he die, now my nigga at rest
Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the
Whatever you want we have, we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown shop
Funky and Trimmings, 10 dollars 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 aint from Uptown, from round my way

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

[B.G.]
my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that fed
Catchin cases every week, and felonies
Playin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you ball then you on
If you do bad dats what niggas done waited on
Caveman, dats my bitch
brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie took a fall, 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 pulled out under a fuckin house
He didn't it
Joe is an old G
I his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down
Soon as ya thinkin, think down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby hit the street
From that 13th, a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He wit me
My nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon'
But Lil Popeye 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 to spray
If not...
You gon' get bucked down nigga, my way

[B.G.]
Aww, man
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