Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

Intro: Young
Gunnaz, you hear that mothafuckin nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

[Verse 1: Neef]
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six forty
Said is they seen
I rather go mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be
So these niggaz be
It often
can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, make sure my up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can take a
These is yellin back
I get the roll em, drop my and they foldin
Bank , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something
Black berry Nextel, phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be
We got 'em

2x: Young Neef]
You hear that knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or State Prop (uhn)
on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Young
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta
Gang steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit
The Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just day in the gutter, go see my brother
mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
A bunch of other shit on my mind, in my grind
Its than just weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a
Hit 'em and lose em, is married to these bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my
Nice day out, comin through, the way out
Two new hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the collar big just lettin eight out
Guaranteed to lay a straight out
Try it

[Verse 3: Chris]
how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he it steppin
P.T. give me your necklace
As I expected, you go think a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that
Pumpin me, they bumpin me know they respect it
Ladies it, the streets ready as they except it
And show you how to flex it uh bet it uh

[Young
Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
That high point'll trash you, you get you another gun
out the box with it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop outta something that's dark
Round the way all day that's how I'm rollin
no victims, no modems
Just a of them cold ones
shit like I owe em
Till that 6-4 em

You hear that mothafuckin knock