Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

[B.G.]
UPT baby, how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and 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 even duck
Baby Gangsta, stopper, car stopper
I tote this chopper, I'm quick to ya
You heard I'll drop ya
I'm wit some killas, we'll break it on down
Yo click think an organization, we'll take it on down
in '97, it's the place to be
They packin nigga and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get
That's how it be goin down my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I represent no matter what, respect or me
Let me live through round 1, and all on you
I retaliate, you think the statue of fall on you
Valence snort so 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags doin the job no mo'
Now a needle and some dope, tap dat vein
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump juice
me pump the trigga finga up when I'm after you
Now I a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
Flexin up for that pussy, you must don't dyin
I ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's so it increase to hundred G
And when it come,
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you must be in the UPT
You would 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 block is hot wit killas, ATF be
Niggas and snortin, if we spittin we splittin
I put G's on the map, leave brains in
I hit da stage with drama, niggas to scrap
See my hood thugged out
You in my slippin, nigga you get drugged out
Ya body there, but ya spirit is shoved out
On V.L., hell when the coke drought, you assed out
When you hear my name, nigga, you hear my street,
When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet
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 hoes, nigga slip we got ya
in Peace, Hooley 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 people Big Stan, Uptown shop
Funky Fades and Trimmings, 10 dollars a
If you real you make it, fake yo ass get
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 round 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
Niggas be them white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
Around my way nigga hustle, from crooked we fled
Niggas struggle to support they habit, keep that monkey fed
cases every week, misdemeanors and felonies
Playin hatin is a disease, gotta beware of
If you then you hated on
If you do bad dats what bitch niggas waited on
Caveman, my nigga 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 click tight wit all the
I'ma watch ya, Hooley Hoo did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get out from under a fuckin house
He didn't it
Joe is an old G
I take his advice, he one of the old G's on street
Funk and upstate, but hey gon' touch down
Soon as ya thinkin, think down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby just hit the
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the 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 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
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