Luyện nghe bài hát Son Get Wrec

* corrections to the typist

(Verse)
This is a warning I you all to stay alert
Yo Reals the nine cause it's time to go to work
Ask Dee, rest the rhythm, I hit 'me, then I just 'em
Besta believe the way you should've did him
Backing down with the heat, feel the flame
Ripping through your flesh, can you handle the
I don't give a fuck, I never did, I never
A little Crooklyn knight nigga with the skill to
Which to the point I extend the trey pound
Nobody makes a move, nobody a sound
mad wreck, raise hell with my crew
Chilling in the east as I sip on a
Drugs no frills the dutch is the master
An individual who blows up because I to
Bust mad shots, time for me to misbehave
Whoever doesn't like it we can it to the grave

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SON GET
SON GET
SON GET
time for you to represent

(Verse)
I'm a digging nigga that can hold his own weight
tried to flex on the five now they lives is at fate
They didn't think I had enough to set off the spark
I'm a shorty getting naughty getting I'll after
My eyes are red
All the hell I feel has set the in my kingdom
And not your in every state, the war as begun
I'm about just blow, so pass the hand
It's time to let you my freaks do deeds, though
Plus will, three slugs through your grill
The pain you feel, rippin', wrecking, causing mad drama
You like you want it, now you crippled like your momma

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SON GET
SON GET
SON GET
time for you to represent

(Verse)
Spread your wind and prepare to your maker
Fucking with the five, I'm like the average night
Deaths in the street, in the known as Brooklyn
Where niggaz lose they life and they get their shit
Guilters run it all, don't try to riff
Shoved down his throat was the 5th
Shoot out his brains, left them on the dinner
Went home, got the urge to watch a cable
Just lay your back, and think about the that I do
Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye
Well my man Due, me to met him at the spot
things is getting hot, too many bodies in the lot
Just the other day they a girl in the exit
Put her in the dorm, now she three months
Damn it's so real in the heart of buck
He'd better think he dare to fuck around

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SON GET
SON GET
SON GET
time for you to represent