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,
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'
pistol
who ever thought dem would catch 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 thousand
you know da deal, nigga you know da
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We close, hot as fuck
up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin' sixty-five
I seen the state 5 times, swear to god
he make stop, better have 9 lives
speak
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
nigga
you just have tha right so we can go's, nigga
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 havin' a pistal in hand
paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit
CJ Mac]
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, blast
[WC second overlaps]
(T'is da season to be falalalala lalalala)
2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't check
suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash,
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla heata

fake twista, took her ass to da piz-ad
sent some mo crystals back to da
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
his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n' shit
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try
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, his dick in his mouth
the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
{[music stops, tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred 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
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' right (fuck that)
How da they found where Fred stay
they ain't never out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo
left her bleedin' in the 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 hundred we stole 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 didn't know that name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig
nigga I ain't stupid, you did shit

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

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda from the start, ain't no love in my heart
this 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk wit' da
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 bust back, that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked
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 can't believe yo ass did some shit that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it ain't
goin' down
I'ma get motherfucker
on!