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, this

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 heard that drop ya
I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on
Yo click think they an organization, take it on down
Uptown in '97, the place to be
They packin M-11's and 223
Erase faces all day, AKs get
That's how it be goin around my way
V.L., UPT, The 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or me
Let me live through round 1, and all on you
I retaliate, you the statue of liberty fall on you
Valence so much 'til they nose get sore
It's time to graduate, bags doin the job no mo'
Now a needle and some dope, tap dat green
Smoke blunts sometime, it's all that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up 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 you got it on yo mind
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 it come, proper
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you must be in the UPT
You would wanna be packin that in the UPT
I know you heard that them youngstas 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, leave in laps
I hit da stage with drama, niggas to scrap
See my hood straight out
You in my hood slippin, you get drugged out
Ya body layin there, but ya spirit is out
On V.L., hell when 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 think six feet 'cause you know I kill
You spot me comin up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle
You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and
Playin wit them hoes, slip we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hooley Hoo, 13 death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at
Runnin ounces by the half, by the half
Whatever you want we have, chumps we got it on the
My people Big Stan, open 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 feel the from the K
If you from Uptown, stay from round my way

Nigga, you be real in the UPT
You wanna be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you that them youngstas creep in the UPT
be leavin them white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
Around my way nigga hustle, crooked cops we fled
Niggas struggle to support they habit, gotta keep that fed
Catchin cases every week, misdemeanors and
hatin is a disease, gotta beware of jealousy
If you then you hated on
If you do bad dats what niggas done waited on
Caveman, my nigga bitch
Mook brother Pete we on 'cause we all in the click
Man Pookie a fall, this ho tryin to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay click tight wit all the
I'ma ya, Hooley Hoo nigga did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get pulled out from under a fuckin
He didn't it
Joe is an old G
I take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' down
Soon as ya thinkin, think down uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil Baby hit the street
From 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
Nigga gon' bring noise a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, it's be a hot summer
Better dare yo and be ready to spray
If not...
You gon' get bucked nigga, around my way

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