Luyện nghe bài hát Sean Wigginz

Got all my Magnum in here, word up
Sean P, yeah, yeah, yeah, word is
up, M-F-C, hah, word up, yeah, yeah
Smack this nigga son, up, hit him

Yo, is pipsqueaks, thinkin' shit's sweet
I come discrete, turn ass into mincemeat
Ever since heat, got from the waistline
With the bass line kick and snare, Duke I your click aware

So, please God, never say shit to Sean P
Before I three shots directly at your army
Word is bond, we be on some shit to the
Loose mouth niggaz catch a hole in goose down
Down, down, down-down, down-down-down,
Down, down, down, down-down,

Down-town, jumped off the train on
Walkin' down the street, into my nigga Kevin
Whattup Ruck? I ain't your ass in the Seven
You bustin' motherfuckin' shots at the reverend?
no I replied, elbows was applied
Till his monkey-ass out the heat, step aside

Oh shit, yo whassup?
Yo son, yo,

you shoot him for man?
He asked you a question
Fuck that, don't ask no in my shit
Word is bond, I don't like that, yo up
Yo them, yo fuck you
Fuck that cat, word up, P

This, is the diary of Wigginz
Recognize,
Use your head for more than a fuckin'
motherfuckers, word up, MFC for life