Luyện nghe bài hát Servin' The Fiends

Hey hey holla nigga
happening?
I got the biggest boulders here motherfucker
These motherfucking fat,
Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't see
None of y'all little up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear motherfucka off
Curfew nigga, get ta up outta here off my block

Verse 1: Bone

Who tha fiends
Hundred of green
For the of money
Cash all me
Demons can me
I'm in the county I can die
Flipped up my style-y as we at the same time
tempted, in the tension
Ouija shit got you
Crash the Benz and ending your
for criminal defendants
Critical in the ghetto bar thinking
Millenium shit like war and famine
Animals move animals
Every daily grades let it be the
My Cleveland revolve like dead bodies
In Eden leading
And I wanna rock the pump
But I doubt it if I ta pop the trunk
I'ma get 'em when they thinking they me what
Nigga that ruggish fuck them up
Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch
All of my all of we lie
Nigga you and stuck on murda
Smoking up bud and fucking up
It was the 7th regime
Wid the and beams the philly and green
Wid a tight team and a nigga like me
Ya go wrong wid we
Eyes bloodshot red when I floss
I run up and smash you wid a passion
And chalking it off his head
Nigga instead I'ma let bleed
Nigga, warrior from the walking dead

It's another day I gotta get paid
Who got the biggest
Who servin' tha
(Repeat)

2: Layzie Bone

Now could this be
The bad boy the
I be thugging for
test me it's on
Now where my at
a nigga wig back
Nigga dig dig that
All original the zone criminal here we go
>From a where a nigga might bury ya
Nigga act up and I betta take ah ya
Scared ah ya, I be for the war
I'm America's Most
Barely ta coast
If you ready for you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and die for me
in my eyes and see you can't hide from me
Sleepwalk shit nigga
That be running from in the ghetto
Now get on my level the Devil
Representing like ah rebel
Even though my screws loose I can 'em up
And put a twist to the game like a wrench
For the funny
All about the murda for the love ah shit
paid, got it made in the shade nigga
If you got and I want it I'ma it
Nigga made it and I ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd neva be shit
Half baked and gone off this stick
Wanna hit it just as you next
Hit it two times and
And hold ya breath
Lay playing wid a half
Playin' wid ah half

Verse 3: Flesh N

I'm fucked up but I bail on the
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this
Plannig ta sell the for my mayo
Nobody be fucking wid top platinum
So ah now that you got album fool
me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it
Stay and hit up they head
ch'all can go and get
Peepin' here they wake it off
So quicker they come wid ah weekly
Servin' them paper murda them ova haters
you be done,
Did it wid do whateva they gotta do
My nigga just do what ya do
Even if you gotta a few
Just rob a few move
just another day I gotta get paid
Niggas rapping the same way
Made niggas it now thug wid these niggas
That betta than the nigga
lay in low so when the po-po rolling
Stroll on my as a criminal
activity bring 'em up all up
Nigga let's show shit be real
But up realer than a nigga talk gats loco
smoke ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back