Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones, Pt2 [A Cappella]/Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit - Mobb Deep

Word up son,
Yeah, to all the killers and the hundred billers
For real, niggas who got no feelings, check it out now
I got you stuck off the
We be the infamous, you of us
Official Queens murderers
The comes equipped with warfare
Beware of my crime
Who got shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and
you in your face
Stab your brain your nosebone
all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for their self in land we be gunnin'
And keep them shook crews runnin' they supposed to
They around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your
in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they're body laced up
With bullet and such
the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time
Your simple words just don't me
You're minor, we're
You all up in the and don't deserve to be a playa
Don't me have to call your name out
crew is featherweight
My gunshots'll make you
I'm only but my mind is older
And when the get for real
My warm heart turns
Another nigga deceased, another story told
It nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
So I can get my mind off these yellow niggas
Why still alive? I don't know, go figure
Meanwhile back in Queens the is foundation
If I die, I choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning
closer to God