Luyện nghe bài hát Shoot' Em Up

Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause then we give it to you, gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

off the job, ooh, now I gots ta let ya know
When you seen betta be with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we creep never and we droppin'
Dead bodies on fools who wanna get enough
Now you know like that

These niggaz around, they don't know how to act, in fact
I'm at the track in tha back with a of my cats in the hood
weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that
Slang that bud on over yo

So me and tha of these thugs can marinate, marinate
We straight get high, so
That's how my mental, that's how my stay
It's like parlay like every day
Don't think on tha pimp, hatin'
But ya be pinnin' yo self

I in with tha M-11, 357
weapons from my shelf
These niggaz wanna my health
My check yo self
Tryin' to get in but couldn't win
We took it to tha head with a fifth of

Now we in a 500 we roll-roll
Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha
'Bout ta hit corna
like a thugs on tha real who's stronga
When I put on ya, all gonnaz

Murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo dem all
fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh yeah
Niggaz be gettin' they finna
And fuck with tha mothafuckas
They fuck us when we puff bitch

Ooh, because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk
Hey and 44 mag go and
Tha little don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter
Execution, I'll be shootin'
"Leavin' em off on ya raw"

Ya plot me 'cause you me
My nigga you you watchin' me now
When bitch run up and try me
I'm flippin' up outta my shit with shit
To be you wonderin' redrum, bye-bye

And fo' we lit 'em up good
And you can still find me
You know East 99, dealers and po-po and St. Clair
back to the mo
And it's Cleveland

You know we thuggin' and thievin'
There's somebody who got beef, we got to make
A notha record
For you see my niggaz we with nothin' to lose
And bitch if you try me mine plus

Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha
If I could just look up and see ya lyin'
Lyin' and flippin' my
you dig 'em quiet
The get past on tha ride right

tha way you get a man, get a man
Sneak up on him and you him
And he won't fuck you no more
You havin' a

With that goin' up in ya body
Smokers
My niggaz they got me
High, oh, so, so

Come on, come on, don't be shy, get high
We got tha herb, if you want some, want
We got weed indeed, you need some, some
Oh
I know this just might crazy, but lately

roll wit' my gun
'Cause tha hatas they me
When they heard that nigga
Niggaz someway get paid
Even if they hate that to tha bang

Good I got a gat
we rhyme tight rhymes
Had to thug out but it in time
Just two and if you give it to me
My thugs give it to you

So people pull back, cool
Somebody's head gon' get
Bone, doin' ya best on
Hey, hey, hey, go and fix with yo
And get with buck
To tha bang, bang,

Nigga wanna roll bone it's on
But nigga we cool, we
Don't forget playa hataz
buck to tha bang
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We be slippin'
We just be peepin' you all tha time
I'm comin', I'm
And put on tha dolla man

'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off
And you lossin', look to
Falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya
Well, be coffins for all of ya offspring
For tha police on the
Creepin' up because tha

Well, they betta be watchin' on of them St. niggaz
Puttin' it to grab the doja
Well, I ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you
with a gang of bitches for you
Ready and to do it to you, be my thang
That buck, to smoke Jane

See of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit
that Bizzy maintain
Well, it be that north coast
That city where tha St. Clair niggaz dope on it
want to search you for nothin' but that skunk
So on bitch bang
it bitch 'cause my trigga fingaz a bitch

Ho, I be puttin' 'em with my click
I 'em all and still play
And my nine up when I'm fuckin' with y'all
Slangin' my to dem all
Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but all good
I still ball and I'm you knowin'

No snatching, no souls, no be showin'
'Cause as I'm flowin'
my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here
Clair, up tha sto'
did you think I'm scared?
you are
What did you think I'd you down?

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't roll
'Cause we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve gauges up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't roll
'Cause then we give it to you, we're bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Twelve gauges up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh