Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

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

[Verse 1: Young
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna what to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six fizzives
Said is they seen
I go beam mine
Need the 2-5th's for this I put up my
Plus it's more cleaner and the be knockin
The be watchin
So these niggaz be
It often
They can't stand a flossin
Until you off em, have they viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, make my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S up
'Fore I can take a
These niggaz is back
I get the roll em, drop my and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk full of cash, Young
Ki's so whatever while you is something stolen
Black Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

2x: Young Neef]
You hear that mothafuckin knock (uhn)
J.L.'s to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or State nigga (uhn)
White on whites or S nigga (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 day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby 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 'em how we do's em
Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to bitches
I how we do em, that's why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, comin through, the way out
Two new marita's soon as they skate out
Fit the big shit just lettin eight out
Guaranteed to lay a straight out
Try it

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

Neef]
Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
That high 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 dark tinted
Round the way all day that's how I'm rollin
no victims, no modems
Just a bunch of cold ones
shit like I owe em
Till that 6-4 em

You hear mothafuckin knock nigga