Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

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

[Verse 1: Neef]
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna pick to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six fizzives
Said is seen high
I go beam mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more and the system be knockin
The girls be
So these niggaz be
It often
They can't stand a flossin
you off em, have they peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
'Fore I can a step
These is yellin back
I get the em, drop my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something
Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone,
Why you think the chickens be
We got 'em

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

2: Young Chris]
Wakes up early, my daughter, hop outta bizzed
steady callin, I'mma tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make my kicks there
Just day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother and cussin, I'm thinkin fuck her
A of other shit 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 confuse 'em how we em
Ya homies on my niggaz is tryna make it a
Hit 'em and em, niggaz is married to these bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm to my riches
day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new marita's soon as they skate out
Fit the big shit just lettin eight out
to lay a nigga straight out
Try it

[Verse 3: Young
Love how I do it I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he it steppin
P.T. 1-4-5 me your necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas know they it
Ladies 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
That high point'll trash you, you get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop something that's dark tinted
the way all day that's just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no
Just a bunch of them ones
shit like I owe em
Till that 6-4 em

You hear that mothafuckin knock