Luyện nghe bài hát Solidified

Yeah you know the shit stop, never, never
As we on
more of this drama for yo' ass
{'She me why..'}

You niggaz always somethin
and beefin rappers, why our music so violent
and so dramatic, where's the
Why y'all go so static
Is it for real or all for sales?
I'm like, 'Shorty you must be
We been gettin burned like the kids
I need to diss rappers for recognition
You better check the Infamous, Hell on Earth, Murda Muzik
You be SE-RIOUS
We created this drama shit, we set the
We taught you niggaz diamonds and guns
And numerous ways we to earn funds
We veterans, we got a decade of
Niggaz came and went, and we still poppin
Our name is in stone
Even the new blood know, we no joke so

Let us solidify this - what's
We solidified this - but of course!
Lot of new rappers and young kids -
They all +The Infamous+ - but of course!
We for this music Dunn - c'mon man!
Who do it than us? - c'mon man!
Who continue to bang and bump? That's
{'She me why..'}

I ride around the 'fore I get out twice
without the headlights, niggaz know my whereabouts
Wanna, snuff me out, I ain't finished with
I'ma, thug it out, front you payin the
And I'm a who can roll the dice, put up the crib

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

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

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