Luyện nghe bài hát Spittin' Game

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Niggas getting chopped
Losin they life behind shit
Ain't a bitch
Niggas, they wig split
And a shame
Killin' has became a
I see my brains layin
On the
I keep my 9 on my
Chop 'em
Picks up the could leave no evidence around
and, t-shirt land
niggas ain't playin'
Got a glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo'
As I pop

Till you
dead
On the
It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin'
A nigga, BlackConnect
Will ya wet
Fa' sho yo' face is on the
If ya
I ain't fakin' it, yo' life I'm it
Hollow bullets racin' it
ain't makin' it
When I
Tell it to any nigga bullets you can't trust
If you bust, I spray
Head for
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play
Put yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the
be cool if you don't, that's all on you.

Bullet
16 worth a mill my whole clique dope
Transportin' ki's in the all black
50 G's on the seat, layin' to my heat
I'm a Hot Boy to the
And I'm a on the street
Yeah I score Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 formed the halves
for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', ya wet
who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I
Mansion on Washetona 6 on the floor
Double R and DR by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's a
4 and a half, 2 G's, but take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and
Flippin' ????? G's, hoopties, to
I get my ki's, my uncle KC
He's a soldier
Be in 10 in
Shoot out in 'Nolia
ya head off ya shoulders

I ain't about no
When I'm get out the way
Gun play, bussin' a ass on the runway
straight back to the hot block
Flight in a
If I'm out there bad I might cut you in
UTP it, across my stomach stay booted
I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger
Or a 6
On Tuesdays and
You better watch for the
Look people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some by my bitch duckin' them people
Staked out the area, and rob the chinese
Do it like it's legal, I heads in power
Bitches want the dope dick and cop blockers
Niggas in the cut ski masks lookin' for me
I'm on top of the with a chopper watchin' em too
Fuck me your mans urge get in his curtains
Now send ya
To the TC and we gon' 'em
I'm niggas
Shootin that heavy on 'bauds and tens
I'm in the Chevy B.G. and our girlfriends
Park the corner leave ya gun and creep slow
Look this ain't the night show, lay it down hoe
Ya think I'm playin, ask Baby and how I can
Hook me up I don't have for no games
Look I stompin in this bitch
I'm a new fit
I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her on this dick
Look at what ya partner
A nation
Of niggas that's mind
????? paper
that iron I'ma roll wit em
Mama don't pray for me I don't back from no nigga
They got a for me

Lil
See I millions, hundreds and big thousands
Tryin' to rain clout and third public housin'
Uptown streets is where all my ends
Give me 9 9 G tryin' to see my
I do it all to ball the phone if I call
See I'm livin' large eventhough I'm real small
But let that fool ya
Money rules everything me
Creepin up silent behind ya that's ya find me
I ain't for a lil
I the whole damn spot
I cock my and have ya plot so I turn out to the top
Nigga be runnin' money
Things you doin' I done it
9 9 point 5 mil big keep it comin
hummin' chopper gunning catch the vapor from the laser
Infrared fled big bread maker
Pop a slug shaker for big paper
Big ballin' taker for big caker
Ben Franklin, bank televancin' big
Bust 'em em, left stankin' ship sankin'
Ain't no such like see another nigga come up
But if I don't that other nigga, then his come up is my stuff
it a bluff if you want, but come and test for ya own
See how quick homes leave home and ????
Roam to the top, up and get buck
Get out my way, fo' I
I'm to live up

B.G.:
Young thugger, gangsta
or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for shots
I release the safety, if ya me
waste me
Don't hunt bitch in ya way
Or ya me
the game and wax that ass
Stop you playin'
I clear yo on that ass
wonder why I stress
Uptowns the
the best
We got weapons that'll go ya vest
Get wet
it's beef fo sho
Got back up, from the Mac Calio
You got coke, and wanna go broke
VL it
'cause around me bitch I'm doin bad ya sell it
B.G.
4 ya dig
Bitch niggas get
If you got on ya wig
take the hit
Real fast and
226 my clique Money the shit
Project
Bout 6
Makin' records is the front we got 10
Unload
If ya you fall
If I you I don't want half I want all
tall for mine
Nuts I'm real
My skills
or be killed
Niggas out to me the blues
Let 'em me, I refuse
I'm for killing
But the one of I was
I leave ya
I put my
Hair by a
So what ya self 'cause I'm to act a donkey
In the N.O. town, jackers 3, 4
Put ya sleep if ya wit a QB