Luyện nghe bài hát So What You Saying - Memphis Bleek

[Chorus - Scratching w/ Background

[Beanie
Aiyyo what's wrong with these niggas man?
niggas ain't sayin shit man
These on mute man
I'ma make you blind motherfuckers some real

the guc is here dog I'm back to work
I took time off a couple had to get hurt
Due to the fact they wack and wasn't
Packin they gat, now they flat
In six in (you know wut i mean?)
Man I need a new gat for
Yo, I'm the copper plus the rock chopper
Down wit M. Bleek, the Marcy prock
One wreck, the other
And with that bullshit vest on, I'm killin' boys
I don't play it come to yae
I cop cook and my dough in one day
rock and collect my dough at one show
False looks, let one go from the floor

Bleek]
Yo, yo
Well I'm known to be the master in the M.C.
Oh-oh got respect, I still
Tote to the show and then I jet wit a hoe
Bitch niggas want to and get clapped
Get on the floor, clap a second
And sure I flat-line you
Let a whole round go, hit behind you
See the gleam on the glock, the beam on top
Get shot, popped, and drop, yo the is the Roc
As I at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel
Know we comin' the macks and the extra Eagles
I'm not playin, you dudes know I'm sayin'
I make a call to my dogs, them comin' through sprayin'
you sayin?

I'm heads to beads, gun straight out the box
B-Sige, I put up all the roofs and
I'm not playin, see these guns I'm sprayin?
Twin sub oozies, can't or move me
Nickels stay chubby, smokers never
Don't gotta yell up the block, come to me
Packs with tops just like coochies
New jacks they pack they like, who he?
I'm not playin, knock them off quick
Got game still off shit
What you

With a like Sigel, don't come a dime a dozen
We could be brothers, we known as cousins
As we climbed the with who the fuck want what
My hood to your hood, we showed the crew love
Who wanna play with that
Know that I tote that thing knock sixteen
You walk around talkin' this and
How I sound Jay and all my records is wack
But when I the LP, niggas thought it would fold
Thirty days later, of Age went gold
What you

Now party people it's for this question
No knock, who's that? who's there? or who is it?
It's the
Yes the gun clapper, the duct tape, rope, black mask and
The flow dope, the just blazin
Like Luther says, yo 'I am so amazing and I've been waiting'
For a sucker to attack the cat two gats
Yo Bleek, you got my back, 'em how we do

Yo, I fire with fire, I make crews retire
I 9 to 5 nines, Bleek for hire
Your crew murderize, see the that I'm bringin
In an all out battle, Bleek come out
Memph the type of nigga that'll spit off
Biggs the Benz and we spin off quick
Take a sip of the Cris the Belvy with lime
the Arma del Lope and then I'm goin for mine
So what you