Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them and chip's, shit
(other man)
'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd,
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
fuckin' wit deez out-a-town
got me up on my back and strappin'
pistol
who thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin' rock while up in the of the broll
see da plan was to make a to match
calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you da deal, nigga you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We close, hot as fuck
up in his drive
two pace, checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make stop, better have 9 lives
nigga
Voice]
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha cash right so we can go's,
I tell no
nigga when I'm comin' through his
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis shit
we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a in hand
paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit
[Chorus: CJ
Don't fuck wit a cash
niggas blast, when it come to
mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a cash, niggas blast
[WC half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be falalalala lalalala)
2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey even check
suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash,
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was straight heata

fake twista, her ass back to da piz-ad
sent some mo back to da liz-ad
to make mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
'cause baby need new and daddy need a coupe
[CJ
my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, him n' shit
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his
What the fuck? I know niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga goin' down
Hey nigga me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's these in hea
Fuck niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where stay
they never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey killed yo bitch
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' in her head
the house, took the work and the money
[CJ
I could see shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

They took the hundred thousand we plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the
you know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I ain't stupid, you did that

Motherfucka shot me in my
for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots

Nigga, a bitch and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, no nigga
shoulda from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we
[CJ
be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da dough
kill my hoe, boy, kill my
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his
see me blood,
eat slugs!
{gunshots

On my knees, see da bust back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked
no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I feel sorry,
just every dog has his day,
loc get his nights
I'll be at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's goin'
get that motherfucker
on!