Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

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

Nigga, I be comin wit dat that you cant even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant duck
Baby Gangsta, stopper, car stopper
I tote this chopper, I'm to stop ya
You heard that drop ya
I'm wit some killas, we'll break it on down
Yo click think they an organization, take it on down
in '97, it's the place to be
They M-11's nigga and 223
faces 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 through 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of fall on you
Valence so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, aint doin the job no mo'
Now a and some dope, tap dat green vein
blunts sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up when I'm you
Now I a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
up like you got it on yo mind
Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't mind
I leave ya folks cryin, you wont out the policy
It's 50 G, it's accidental so it increase to 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 that them youngstas in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them 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, brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, niggas to scrap
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 deep 'cause you know I kill
You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle
You see, we macks, Glocks, and choppers
Playin wit hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til
Thug 'til he die, now my at rest
ounces by the half, birds by the half
Whatever you want we have, we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, 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 from the K
If you aint Uptown, stay from round my way

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

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

[B.G.]
Aww, man
I just got one verse