Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em,
(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 niggas
got me up on my back and strappin'
packin'
who ever thought dem fools would on
and we was sellin' rock up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a 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
burnin' up in his
two pace, mirror checkin' doin'
I seen the patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make stop, better have 9 lives
speak
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha cash so we can go's, nigga
I never no
nigga when I'm 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 havin' a in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit jackets, player
shit
[Chorus: CJ
Don't fuck wit a niggas
blast, when it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't wit a niggas cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, blast
[WC second half
(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!]
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 '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
on his porch, with his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I know niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez (what?)
Hey CJ I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey it's goin' down
Hey nigga me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's these in hea
Fuck niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit
shit my stomach uptight, sumthin' ain't (fuck that)
How da they found where Fred stay
ain't never been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey just killed yo
left her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her
ramshacked the house, took the work and the
[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 that nigga Bo he checked a in mo
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who the game
you know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, you found my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I ain't stupid, you did shit

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

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you only get one to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
be damned 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 back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta wit da wicked carriage
ain't no rules to dis shit, we
ain't no love in this game, mothafucka, happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
just like 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 like that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it nothin'
It's goin'
I'ma get motherfucker
on!