Luyện nghe bài hát Servin' 'Em Heat

199-muthafuckin' 4, South Central is back in the house
Prodeje, the Rhyme Son and the Mouthpiece
And we straight servin' ass, heat
gettin' clowned like I said in the 9-1
But 94 is in effect if you some
Funk fo' yo' trunk, bring it on if it's on it's poppin'
And only for the car droppin'
G shit, through the hood's in the S-C
P da R da O da D da E da J da E is me
[Incomprehensible] I don't think so, niggas gotta float style
This lil' still loco
89 the hustlers dwell
You wanna where I'm from S-C Cartel
To the Crips and the Bloods, I'm a
niggas talk shit and get banked with the O E
Regulatin' off petitions, on the D L
That's where the real O.G.'s
low in a short coupe
Knock, knock, for the hoes in the tryin' to be suit
It's all when I'm creepin'
Back street on and muthafuckas done sleepin'
I know my city so I'm rollin', niggas tried to with this
But South kinda dangerous
S-C nigga gangsta shit
Cartel get my back
S-C nigga gangsta shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you
Breakin' muthafuckas off, for the hoo-ride
A G from the C finna G-slide
Strapped 'cause it's on if niggas runnin' up play the back in
I'ma clown with my Mac-10
Big G's in the stay down for a nigga
Hoes ride 'cause we got bigger
90 2 street
S-C bailin' through the mist servin' much hell
Niggas on a nigga in the 93
The little loc's caps for the bigger G
Peelin' cap quick
I let the khakis hang get ripped for the niggas wanna set
Surely loc's the locs
Glock in my fuckin' with the old folks
Knuckle headed in' the hood gettin' lit off the E.T. and O.E
Layin' in the cut for the
H A to the V I double K
Creepin' on yo' ass an AK
At the park hoops and finna get my strap on
Smokin' niggas I'm jail pro
S-C nigga kickin' gangsta
gonna get my back
S-C nigga kickin' shit, fool
Run up and I'ma you heat
Run up and I'ma you heat
Run up and I'ma serve you
Run up and serve you heat
Cartel's get my back
I'm from a hood where the real niggas up
Some bang, some slang but I'm dealin' in the rap game
You try to who I run with
The S-C to the C, that's all bitch
And in the end I'ma
hittin' deep try to main but I'm insane
So I wouldn't nigga 'cause I got a clip
For the 9, hangin' on my hip
You need to kick it in the city me
And Rhyme peelin' caps on the suckers actin' shitty with me
And still flossin', still tryna O.G.
On the smokin' E.T.
Hangin' on the deuce
I saw my cousin Prod hit the floor a muthafuckin' small coupe
Mouthpiece got the Tec for yo' ass and it's
And En Vogue hold ya
Niggas yellin' I'ma a 8-7
what you want, I keep one in the chamber
A real Cartel
Finger on the trigger if you step I'ma put yo' ass in the
Shootin' dice in the hood buckin' for their last end
In a to get my blastin'
dips 'cause I'm down with the Crips and The Bloods G
And can't fade me
S-C nigga gangsta shit
Cartel get my back
S-C kickin' gangsta shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you
S-C nigga kickin' gangsta
Cartel gonna get my
S-C nigga kickin' shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you
S-C kickin' gangsta shit
Cartel get my back
S-C nigga gangsta shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you
S-C nigga kickin' shit
gonna get my back
S-C nigga gangsta shit, fool
Run up and I'ma serve you