Luyện nghe bài hát Shot Caller

[ 1: mc ren ]
Niggas in the hood at me crazy
Tellin niggas like they fuck my old lady
fuckin shit every day at 8 o'clock
Nigga, my day off raisin off the cock
I throw the khakis on, with the
Never knowin when a might hit the dirt
I'm thinkin, how in the fuck can I get quicker
Mix the blunt with some malt liquor
These niggas that I love, I trust em, but I stay close to em
In case I do em
We from the same set, but that don't mean no mo'
I be with the .44 (.44)
My hoe be tellin a nigga to peel they caps
Cause I know where them hide they shit at
be on my mind, return a shot call
Broke as fuck, it's to get hot, y'all

[ big rocc ]
Niggas starvin while home with the mills
Niggas while you're doin dope deals
Out flossin, throwin 100 $
to set yo ass up for the kill
Death of a caller, who can you trust?
It might be your number 1 that bust
A cap, he's the next one to charge
Smoke him and his bitch in his

[ 2: mc ren ]
A nigga's sittin on the
Hear that come bumpin with the suburb
Got my niggas on point, same he be fuckin hoes with
And rollin up the when he wanna get lit
Homie, when nigga put the mutahfucka in park?
the signal, little nigga, pump 3 in his heart
Don't feel shit, cause real shit, he a bitch
Niggas in the hood doin bad while he rich
Off shit we be killin niggas fo'
Can't make a less this muthafucka say so
Nigga, fuck that, I'm this shit
I'ma look him in his eyes his punk-ass gettin hit
But if you miss, nigga, i'ma you
if he get away, muthafucka, then we all through
3 shots, nigga, add 2
And what the fuck you gotta do
the shot caller

Man, you know we smokin niggas for this muthafucka
nigga ain't paid us shit, man
(I know, dog)
Hold up, up, hold up, dog
Man, gimme the gat, I -
Hey nigga, you got my muthafuckin
Nigga, yo money, nigga
No nigga, you
( )
Oh shit, oh shit...
Damn!

[ 3: tha chill ]
These o.g.'s got me like twizzler
Got me and hot, and all I'm thinkin is killin ya
ya cap back, like starter, fool
I'm comin to get you niggas off my block, so I pack a
Glock big slugs, and you know I buck no doubs
Cause you know a nigga steelo, how I did them fools a ago
One week passed, I'm hearin you wet us
When you see ren, rocc, tha chill, you're on the jetters
What the fuck? these niggas to bust on me?
So I'm cockin up the can and ready to make do some gas
And do some flippin, and all
Cause out here shot call, get they ass jacked
And that's the main fact, big for you punk muthafucks
Disrespectin the crew, mandatory that I buck
Ass down from comptown, mr. shot
Gonna be a fast if he ain't a fast talker
walker, or better yet better be a fast runner
Chill on the scope the cannon, finna gun ya
9 to the gut like "nigga, what? "
This ol' b.g. big baller, fuck the muthafuckin caller

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