Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's,
(other man)
'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't ta riz-ayd, right
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 watchin' up on my and strappin'
packin'
who ever thought dem fools would on
and we was sellin' while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand
you know da deal, you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha 'n run
[CJ
We close, hot as fuck
burnin' up in his
two pace, checkin' doin' sixty-five
I the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, have 9 lives
nigga
Voice]
you at?
[CJ
Close
you have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I tell no
when I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

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

fake twista, took her ass back to da
sent some mo crystals to da liz-ad
to make some mo 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
him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to

Uh huh, two passed, I found his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these ain't here in L.A.
I and grabbed 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 found nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's goin'
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, (what?)
Fuck that, bring these in hea
Fuck niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit
shit my stomach uptight, ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found Fred stay
they never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the
[CJ
I could see that shit, but why the fuck you so

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

Motherfucka me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin'
continue}

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

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