Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these ain't sho' 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 up on my back and strappin'
packin'
who ever thought dem fools would on
and we was sellin' rock while up in the of the broll
see da plan was to make a to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred cash
you know da deal, nigga you da outcome
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
burnin' up in his
two pace, mirror checkin' doin'
I the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, have 9 lives
speak
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
nigga
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 twist niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town havin' a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit 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 second overlaps]
(T'is da to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even
suitcase, jit
we ain't to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was straight heata

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

Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass out
castrated on his porch, his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know these niggas 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 found this Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's down
Hey nigga meet me at cho spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, slow
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da they found where Fred 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 wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, the work and the money
[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 that nigga Bo he a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, nigga, who parted the game
you didn't know that name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my wit her wig split
nigga I stupid, you did that shit

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

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 in my heart
this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be if I let this nigga walk 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 back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da carriage
ain't no rules to dis shit, we
no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I feel sorry,
like every dog has his day,
every loc get his
I'll be back at ya, my (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit that to me, nigga
it nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's goin'
I'ma get that
on!