Luyện nghe bài hát 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
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you don't wanna
'Cause then we it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Right off the job, ooh, now I gots ta let ya
When you seen be rollin' with tha big shot guns
And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we
bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough
Now that you 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
Smokin' weed and up to no
Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' bank
Slang that bud on yo thug

So me and tha rest of thugs can marinate, marinate
We get high, so high
That's how my mental, that's how my mental
like parlay parlay like every day
Don't on tha pimp, playa hatin'
But ya betta be yo self

I in with tha M-11, 357
Automatic weapons my shelf
niggaz wanna take my health
My check yo self
Tryin' to get in but they win
We took it to tha head a fifth of weed

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

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

Ooh, because we gonna put you up in yo trunk quick
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 you watch me
My nigga you know you me now
When niggaz run up and try me
I'm flippin' up outta my shit with some
To be you wonderin' redrum, bye-bye

And fo' we lit 'em up good
And you can still me where
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 whole record
For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin' to
And if you try me anybody mine plus

Bloody bodies to get out of tha room
If I could just look up and see ya dyin'
Lyin' and my mind
Wherever you dig 'em
The get past on tha right bang

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

that weed goin' up in ya body
Smokers
My they got me sloppy
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, need
Oh
I know this just might sound crazy, but

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

thing I got a gat
'Cause we rhyme rhymes
Had to thug out but it in time
Just two times and if you it to me
My gon' give it to you

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

Nigga wanna roll with bone on
But nigga we cool, we
forget playa hataz gettin'
That buck to tha
All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We won't be
We might just be peepin' you all tha
I'm comin', I'm
And put that on tha man

Shoot 'em up always, St. breakin' you off
And you lossin', betta to
Falsin', be coffins for all of ya offspring
Well, that'll be for all of ya offspring
For tha on the corna'
Creepin' up tha soldiers

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

See some of these say that nigga was bullshit
that Bizzy maintain
Well, it be that north homie
city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it
Police want to you for nothin' but that skunk
So it's on bitch
Feel it bitch my trigga fingaz a bitch

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

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

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, '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, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges up in ya playa 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, 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
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya
You know, we know, you wanna 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, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot '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 wanna roll
'Cause then we it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, 'em up
Shoot, shoot, 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot '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, gonna bring it to you, oh yeah