Luyện nghe bài hát Shady Records Mob Squad

S-S-Shady Records, you believe the HYPE is real...

'Yeah! Yeah! You rockin' wit the talk of New York Tony Shady aftermath with the Soul Assasins.

Niggas know i'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't to
You can run your own mouth, i don't
If you get too i'm gon' clap you
it's too real out here, to be
A real nigga do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should
it aint considered a unless they catch you
We all die 1 day...

Obie
Niggas, when i up in the bar, faggots's wanna look
Like you muthafuckas got Obie Trice
Like i'ma stand as a man
and let some queer-ass funny lookin nigga get the upper
I got issues... got no
Got guns than more niggas
up clubs and destroy niggas rides
Everybody runnin' for muthafuckin lives
Tough niggas? we leave early
Cock back shirley, open up ya
your gray brain motor city paid
Your nervous still twitch on days; these
ho's and ?'s get merked
don't ever let a nigga you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a nigga you 'play the ball hard'
in God 'cause you's about to have a bullet scar
I a fuck where you from, who you be with
this a secret, right by the nuts
a .45 lite niggas up
and this .45 high make me not a fuck

Lloyd
But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab
And make my cash stretch longer than necks
make ya ass bet
My words niggas in jail, make them wanna finish they last bet
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next gun
if thats the case, get a bigger one
You dont i pack the 'bump' 'cause i'm out the hood
that's a stereotype, everybody that's black can jump
i'm in a mink, the fabric is done
got rings like Mike, Bird, and them
I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is
Living lavish i'm established the cabbage'll come
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a
I travel class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane
ssh, be on my name
'cause i aint goin n forth
your boss and ya captains's

We gon' it to anybody who want it
you want it? you get it
Man we gon' hit 'em
'em up and spit 'em out
too venom
and if you wit em
we gon' you up wit 'em
i got too much
in my direction to lose
my shoes'll explode as soon as you go to in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it we do how we do it
and we come through, d one two (D12) and Obie we all move
assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider as a warning, disaster comes
than you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, fuck your bitch as up
We are not killas, my will have you shot though
drag the little body on like kim osario's
sorry-o ass, go ask B-Real
We burn Source coovers like Cyrpress Hill
then in the Ninties when you was in diapers
Records, you better believe the hype is real
This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i
enough second hand to my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. you're wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you livin la vida a
i'm a psyhco, mariah got shit on me
when i retire i'll be spittin food on peep-
le it at San Ceedrow Ranch up next to a em with hello kitty on slippers on humpin her

you ever had your cap peeled back? or your shit in?
I'll put my blade in you a fuckin pin cushin
slice your ear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog
Nobody told you that i'm esse?
I every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts
and you can get each one for so feast up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm a E party
for easter, come

50
We gon' bring it to anybody who it
you it? you gon' get it
your name up him, chew him up
and him out
too venom
and if you wit' him we gon' fuck you up wit' him
you can do all them push ups to pump up ya
i got a 12 gauge to pump up ya chest
you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya vest
fear me you fear God 'cause i bring death
silver back gorilla in the concrete
i'm the strongest around, you how i get down
i watch flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off it ends because the bad guy dies
if you to buy guns from the nigga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still new
you can raise voice like you finna touch somethin'
i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin
they say i like Ron O'neil and talk like obie (obie trice)
if the bitch think i love her, well then the bitch don't me
haha, KIM (eminem's ex wife)

S-S-Shady Records, you believe the HYPE is real...

'Yeah! Yeah! to Soul Assasins! DJ MUGZ... Alchemist...

Niggas know i'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn 'cause i have to
You can run own mouth, i don't care
If you get too i'm gon' clap you
it's too out here, to be scared
A real nigga gon' do he has to
A man is the last you should fear
it aint considered a unless they catch you
We all die 1 day...

Obie
Niggas, i step up in the bar, faggots's wanna look
Like you muthafuckas got Obie shook
Like i'ma here as a man
and let some funny lookin nigga get the upper hand
I got issues... got no
Got than more niggas moms
Shoot up clubs and destroy rides
Everybody runnin' for they lives
Club niggas? we leave early
Cock back shirley, open up ya
your gray brain needs motor paid
nervous system still twitch on days; these
ho's and ?'s get merked
ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a nigga tell you the ball hard'
Trust in God 'cause you's about to a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from, who you be
Keep this a secret, by the nuts
a .45 that'll lite up
and this .45 high me not give a fuck

Lloyd
But as as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks
And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe
Poverty'll ya ass bet
My words touch niggas in jail, make them wanna finish last bet
They say you live by the gun, you die by the next gun
if the case, then get a bigger one
You dont think i pack the 'bump' i'm out the hood
a stereotype, like everybody that's black can jump
i'm in a white mink, the is done
got rings like Mike, Bird, and them
I'm out in dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is
Living i'm established 'til the cabbage'll come
I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on a
I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your
ssh, be easy on my
'cause i goin bank n forth
boss and ya captains's soft

We bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you get it
Man when we hit 'em
chew 'em up and 'em out
too venom
and if you wit em
we fuck you up wit 'em
i got too momentum
in my direction to lose
my shoes'll explode as as you go to step in 'em *BOOM!*
You know how we do it we do how we do it
and we come through, g-unit d one two (D12) and we all move
assasins, ski masks and gloves
consider this as a warning, comes
faster you can react to it, just ask Marx
we are fizzast, your little bitch as up
We are not killas, my vato will you shot though
the little body on fuck like kim osario's
little ass, go ask B-Real
We burn coovers like fuckin Cyrpress Hill
in the Ninties when you was in diapers still
Shady Records, you believe the hype is real
This is no joke, i don't smoke, but i
second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an O.G. you're wit a G.I. Joe
BIA BIA, MIA-MIA you la vida a loc?
i'm a psyhco, mariah got shit on me
when i retire i'll be spittin food on peep-
le it at San Ceedrow Ranch huddled up next to a em with hello kitty on on humpin her

you ever had your cap back? or your shit pushed in?
I'll put my blade in you like a pin cushin
your ear clear off, Schmirnoff and Hen dawg (hennessy)
I'll you how to fuckin kill a man like Sin-dog
Nobody you that i'm loco esse?
I lack every sane in my membrane
I'm Sha.. DY and it is for dees nuts
and you can get one for free so feast up
i pee in a cup for 3 months, i'm having a E
for easter, come

50
We gon' bring it to anybody who it
you want it? you get it
your name up him, chew him up
and him out
too much
and if you roll wit' him we gon' fuck you up him
you can do all them push ups to up ya chest
i got a 12 gauge Marksberg to pump up ya
have you gaspin for air after that shell hit ya
me like you fear God 'cause i bring death
silver back in the concrete jungle
i'm the strongest around, you how i get down
i gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy
turn it off it ends because the bad guy dies
if you tryin' to buy guns the nigga that look to
so what they got bodies on 'em they still new
you can raise your voice you finna touch somethin'
i raise my knife, shit i'm finna cut somethin
they say i walk like Ron O'neil and talk like (obie trice)
if the bitch think i her, well then the bitch don't know me
haha, KIM (eminem's ex wife)