Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas 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 niggas
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 transaction to
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 doin' sixty-five
I seen the patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better 9 lives
nigga
Voice]
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I tell no
nigga when I'm comin' his town
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 nigga a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you wit some jackets, player
shit
CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a cash
blast, when it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a cash, niggas blast
[WC half 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 straight

fake twista, took her ass back to da
sent some mo crystals to da liz-ad
to make some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga [wooh!]
'cause baby need new shoes and daddy 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', try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he bound to

Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his
the fuck? I know these niggas ain't 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 Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, slow
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where Fred
they ain't been 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
the house, took the work and the money
[CJ
I could see that shit, but why the you so bloody?

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

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

Nigga, lifes a bitch and you die
you get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, ain't no in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be if I let this 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 bust back, fuck
I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain't no to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
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 that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's goin'
I'ma get that
on!