Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

Intro: Neef]
Gunnaz, you that mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

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

[Chorus 2x: Neef]
You hear mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or Prop nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Chris]
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of here
The nigga Ty me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just another day in the gutter, go see my
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin her
A of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind
Its than just weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we 'em how we do's 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, why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, comin through, the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as skate out
Fit the collar big shit lettin eight out
to lay a nigga straight out
Try it

[Verse 3: Chris]
how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it
P.T. 1-4-5 me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go a second
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, bumpin me playas know they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets as they except it
And show you mothafuckas how to it uh bet it uh

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

You hear that knock nigga