Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones

Hey, yo, to all the
And the dollar billers
For real, who ain't got no feelings
it out now

I got you stuck off the
We be the infamous, you of us
Official bridge murderers
The Mobb comes equipped for

of my crime family
Who got 'nuff shots to
For all of who wanna profile and pose
you in your face
Stab brain with your nosebone

You're all in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this we be gunnin'
And keep shook crews runnin'
they supposed to
They come around but they never come to

I can see it inside face, you're in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're whole laced up
With bullet holes and
Speak the wrong words man and you get touched
You can put whole army against my team and
I you it'll be your very last time breathin'

Your simple words just don't move me, minor, we're major
You all up in the game and deserve to be a playa
make me have to call your name out
Your is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate

I'm only but my mind is older
And when the things get for real, my warm heart cold
Another nigga deceased, another story told
It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the

So I can get my mind off these yellow niggas
Why they still alive? I know, go figure
Meanwhile back in the realness is foundation
If I die, I couldn't a better location

When the slugs penetrate, you feel a sensation
closer to God in a tight situation
Now, these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be you

Son, they
'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
to death and scared to look
They
'Cause no such things as halfway crooks
to death and scared to look

Livin' the live that of diamonds and
numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook son, just a shook one

Throw you up, throw your hands up
Throw you hands up, throw hands up

For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to
Yo, it's a must the we trust safeguardin' my life
no time for hesitation
That only to incarceration

You know me, there's no relation
bridge niggas don't play
I don't got for your petty thinking mind
Son, I'm bigga those

that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
And when the clears
You'll be with one in your dome
Thirteen in the projects, my mentality is what, kid

You a good one, but you don't want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to
Or am I to burn in hell for all the things I did

No to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I it to you live
Stay in a place, kid you out of line

Criminal thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin', E&J, got my flippin'
I'm buggin', I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
Get loot kid, you know my function

'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on on my
React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit dome up
When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm

Son, they
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway
Scared to and scared to look
shook
'Cause ain't no such as halfway crooks
Scared to death and scared to

shook
'Cause ain't no such things as crooks
to death and scared to look
They
Cause ain't no things as halfway crooks

Livin' the live, that of diamonds and
There's numerous ways you can to earn funds
Some of 'em get shot, locked and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones, ones
He ain't a crook son, he's a shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah,