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 the hustle, feel this

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant duck
Baby Gangsta, stopper, car stopper
I tote chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
You heard that I'll ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, break it on down
Yo click think they an organization, take it on down
Uptown in '97, the place to be
packin M-11's nigga and 223
Erase all day, AKs get sprayed
That's how it be down around my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I represent no matter what, or check me
Let me live through round 1, and all on you
I retaliate, you think the of liberty fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they get sore
time to graduate, bags 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 lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me the trigga finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud
You heard I'm yo bitch, so you grabbin 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 wont take out the
50 G, it's accidental 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 packin steel in the UPT
I know you heard that 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, brains in laps
I hit da stage with drama, startin niggas to
See my hood straight out
You in my hood slippin, you get drugged out
Ya body there, but ya spirit is shoved out
On V.L., it's when the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you my street, nigga
you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet deep
You think six deep '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
wit them hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at
Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the
you want we have, chumps we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown shop
Funky and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
If you real you make it, fake yo ass get
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo get tookin
If you think, stay put, or the fire from the K
If you aint from Uptown, stay 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 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 they habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin cases every week, and felonies
Playin hatin is a disease, beware of jealousy
If you then you hated on
If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done on
Caveman, dats my bitch
Mook brother Pete we on Valence we all in the click
Man Pookie took a fall, ho tryin to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay click wit all the partnas
I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a house
He diserve 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 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 nigga Pete just got 2 years, he gon'
But Lil Popeye at 5, that aint shy
gon' bring noise like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, it's be a hot summer
dare yo thinkin and be ready to spray
If not...
You gon' get bucked nigga, around my way

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