Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

Intro: Neef]
Gunnaz, you hear mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
records you know

[Verse 1: Young
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick what to
Could do the wagons or the new six fizzives
is they seen high
I go beam mine
Need the for this 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, they peoples viewin the coffin
I up, put it in park, make sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can take a
These niggaz is back
I get the roll em, my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is stolen
Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone,
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

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

2: Young Chris]
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop bizzed
Gang callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me 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 bunch of other shit on my mind, in my grind
Its more than just 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, niggaz is married to bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm to my riches
Nice day out, through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's hollerin soon as skate out
Fit the collar big shit just 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 keep it
P.T. give me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of record
me, they bumpin me playas know they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets ready as except it
And show you how to flex it uh bet it uh

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

You hear that mothafuckin knock