Luyện nghe bài hát Servin' The Fiends

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

Verse 1: Bizzy

Who tha fiends
Hundred of green
For the love of
all around 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 got you demented
Crash the Benz and your sentence
Born for criminal
Critical breaking in the ghetto bar
shit like pestilence war and famine
Animals move reputed
daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead
In leading seeping
And I don't rock the pump
But I it if I have ta pop the trunk
I'ma get 'em they thinking they miss me what
Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck 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 up blunts
It was the 7th regime
Wid the nines and beams the philly and
Wid a tight team and a nigga like me
Ya couldn't go wid we
Eyes bloodshot red I floss instead
I run up and smash you wid a passion
And they it off his head
Nigga I'ma let them bleed
Nigga, immortal from the walking dead

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

Verse 2: Layzie

Now this be B-O-B
The bad boy the
I be thugging for
test me it's on
Now where my at
a nigga wig back
Nigga dig that dig
All original peep the criminal here we go
>From a place a nigga might bury ya
act up and I betta take care ah ya
Scared ah ya, I be for the war
I'm America's Most
Barely ta coast
If you for whateva you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and die for me
Look in my and see you can't hide from me
shit talk nigga
That be running from in the ghetto
Now get on my rebuking the Devil
Representing like ah rebel
Even my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up
And put a twist to the game a monkey wrench
For the shit
All about the murda for the ah money shit
paid, got it made in the shade nigga
If you got and I want it take it
made it and I told ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd neva be shit
Half baked and gone off this indoe
Wanna hit it just as you next
Hit it two and pass
And nigga hold ya
Lay wid a half deck
wid ah half deck

Verse 3: N Bone

I'm fucked up but I on the darkside
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this
ta sell the yayo for my mayo
Nobody be wid Bone top platinum
So ah now that you got that fool
Tell me what in the you gon' do wid it
Stay drop and hit up they
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 niggas do they gotta do
My nigga do what ya gotta do
if you gotta spark a few
Just rob a few move
It's just day I gotta get paid
ain't rapping the same way
Made niggas it figures now wid these niggas
That eating than the nigga
Betta lay in low so when the rolling
on my depths as a criminal
Homicidal activity 'em up all up
Nigga let's show this be real
But stack up realer a nigga talk gats loco
Straight ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back