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: Young
it's a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to
do the wagons or the new six forty fizzives
Said is they seen
I rather go mine
Need the 2-5th's for I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more cleaner and the system be
The girls be
So these be plottin
It happens
can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have they peoples the coffin
I up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S up
'Fore I can a step
niggaz is yellin back
I get the roll em, my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is stolen
Black berry Nextel, phone, Motorollin
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

[Chorus 2x: Young
You hear mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s ready to pop (uhn)
Roc or State Prop nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S Dot's (uhn)

2: Young Chris]
Wakes up early, my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my there
Just another day in the gutter, go see my
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin her
A bunch of other on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than just weed on my mind, through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we 'em how we do's em
Ya on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and em, niggaz 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 hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the collar big just 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 he keep it steppin
P.T. 1-4-5 give me necklace
As I expected, you necked go a second
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they it
love it, the streets ready as they except it
And you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh

Neef]
Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop outta something that's 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 6-4 blow em

You that mothafuckin knock nigga