Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, some of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em,
(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
wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and
packin'
who ever thought dem fools catch on
and we was sellin' while up in the back of the broll
see da was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, nigga you da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha 'n run
[CJ
We close, hot as fuck
up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin' sixty-five
I seen the state patrol 5 times, to god
he this stop, better have 9 lives
nigga
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha cash so we can go's, nigga
I never no
nigga when I'm comin' through his
set us up, get a crew, gun his

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

fake twista, took her ass to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals to da liz-ad
to make some mo loot [wooh!]
baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ
Call my nigga, Fred, yo
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n'
him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, his dick in his mouth
the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and the AK n' called my nigga CJ
stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga goin' down
Hey meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found Fred stay
they ain't been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

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

They the hundred thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who the game
you know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig
nigga I stupid, you did that shit

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

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my
fuck 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk da dough
kill my hoe, boy, my hoe?
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
ain't no rules to dis shit, we
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I feel sorry,
just like 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 to me, nigga
it nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't
goin' down
I'ma get motherfucker
on!