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: Neef]
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna what 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 more and the system be knockin
The be watchin
So these niggaz be
It often
They can't a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, I'm lacin my S Dots 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 something
Black berry Nextel, phone, Motorollin
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

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

[Verse 2: Young
Wakes up early, my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me some , make sure my kicks there
another day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm thinkin her
A of other shit on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya homies on my is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is to these bitches
I how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, through, clearin the way out
Two new hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the big shit 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 me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they it
Ladies love it, the ready as they except it
And you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh

Neef]
Mothafuckas better run, 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 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 like I owe em
that 6-4 blow em

You hear that mothafuckin nigga