Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em,
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
niggas 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
wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me up on my back and strappin'
pistol
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 to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand
you da deal, nigga 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, mirror checkin' doin'
I seen the state 5 times, swear to god
he make stop, better have 9 lives
nigga
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha cash right so we can go's,
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 deez niggas, we gon twist mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga a pistal 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 wit a niggas cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, blast
[WC second overlaps]
(T'is da season to be janky lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even
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 mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
baby need new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ
my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n'
told him 'Shut the fuck up', try sweating
and have to his ass out there, he bound to wetting

Uh huh, two passed, I found his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his
What the fuck? I know these niggas here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga 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 these in hea
Fuck niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, ain't right (fuck that)
How da they found where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, 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 shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

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

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

Nigga, a bitch and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no
known from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let 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, I'ma see da back, fuck that
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,
just like dog has his day,
loc get his nights
I'll be at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
it nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's goin'
get that motherfucker
on!