Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

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

[Verse 1: Neef]
Said a nice day out
And I'm tryna what to drizzive
Could do the or the new six forty fizzives
is they seen high
I go beam mine
Need the for this I put up my nin-nine
it's more cleaner and the system be knockin
The girls be
So these be plottin
It often
can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the
I pulls up, put it in park, sure my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S up
'Fore I can a step
These is yellin back
I get the roll em, drop my hand and foldin
Bank stop , full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something
berry Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be
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 nigga (uhn)

2: Young Chris]
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop bizzed
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty me some Dot's , make sure my kicks 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 more than just weed on my mind, read the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we 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, that's why I'm married to my
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 nigga 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 go think a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that
Pumpin me, they bumpin me playas they respect it
Ladies love it, the streets ready as they it
And show you mothafuckas how to it uh bet it uh

[Young
better run, just 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 with it
I pop outta that's dark tinted
Round the way all day that's just how I'm
no victims, no modems
Just a bunch of them cold
shit like I owe em
Till 6-4 blow em

You hear that mothafuckin nigga