Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

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

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you cant 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 that I'll 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
Erase faces all day, AKs get
That's how it be down around my way
V.L., UPT, The 13th
I represent no matter what, or check me
Let me live through round 1, and all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of fall on you
Valence snort so much 'til they nose get
time to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
Now a and some dope, tap dat green vein
Smoke blunts sometime, all about that bank
My heart pump lemonade, it pump battery juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up 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 that pussy, you must don't dyin
I leave ya cryin, you wont take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's accidental so it to hundred G
And it come, proper
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you be real in the UPT
You would wanna be that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them white 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, leave in laps
I hit da stage drama, startin niggas to scrap
See my hood straight out
You in my hood slippin, nigga you get out
Ya body layin there, but ya is shoved out
On V.L., hell when the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you my street, nigga
When you hear my street, nigga, you 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 tote macks, Glocks, and
Playin wit hoes, nigga slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 'til
Thug 'til he die, now my 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, open shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a
If you real you make it, 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 steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them 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 every week, misdemeanors and felonies
hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you ball then you on
If you do bad dats what bitch niggas done on
Caveman, dats my bitch
Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the
Man Pookie took a fall, this ho tryin to 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 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
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' down
Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil just hit the street
that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He wit me
My nigga just got 2 years, he gon' survive
But Lil Popeye lookin at 5, aint shy
Nigga gon' noise like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, gon' 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
I just got one more