Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you know the shit don't stop, never,
As we on
more of this drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You niggaz startin somethin
and beefin with rappers, why our music so
and so dramatic, the love?
Why y'all go so much
Is it real for real or all for
I'm like, you must be sick'
We been gettin like the Waco kids
I don't need to diss for recognition
You check the files: Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You be SE-RIOUS
We created this shit, we set the trend
We taught you niggaz diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of
Niggaz done came and went, and we poppin
Our name is in stone
the new blood know, we ain't no joke so

Let us solidify this - that?
We been this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and kids - uh-huh
They all love +The - but of course!
We been for music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it better than us? - man!
Who continue to bang and That's right
{'She me why..'}

I ride around the 'fore I get out twice
the headlights, case niggaz know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished life
I'ma, thug it out, front you the price
And I'm a nigga who can the dice, put up the crib

sweat if I lose, bet your ass won't live
to this splurge of mines, never that
I'm a sore loser the (?), reverse hammers
Hit mans up if they press the issue
dead, the other half crippled, and I'm a monster with led
Lodge a slug in abdomen, puts in the 7
Knowin in the stash box a rapper's best
Get it and you WILL get twisted with chrome biscuits
Make no difference my nigga, we handle
So please with the questions they right in, of your face
stunt he gettin to' from the gate, so

Nigga that you to click with turned on you
Idiots you to rap with hatin on you
Did you get juxed for half a mill' in jewels
at the video shoot? I you this boo-boo:
My still my stick-o
My stick man be my man 'til the tombstone (mmm, mmm)
You got rhymes? You got stomach for the
You got for P? I get my rocks off

Believe nothin that you hear and only half of you see
Niggaz never cooked in the kitchen and clapped heat
wanna be thugs but on the inside so sweet
Niggaz butches on they but they never handle beef
Know nothin golden seal, seein your P.O.
Gave a dirty now you're snuffin a C.O.
F**kin right, I'm a man of the but I will kill you
If you cock-blockin the paper the shit'll get real (so)