Luyện nghe bài hát Steps

Old die hard huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off mine
Man and child, no exception homeboy
No disrespect will be tolerated man come or high water
You that? You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even replying to let you know I feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' round lookin'
I swear to God I'ma drop a gem like crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
young niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom a damn, who you goin' call?
You violatin, we ain't lettin' go at all
We and leave your brains on the fuckin' wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I ain't shot
Bossed up in a cool with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let that whole clip ride, till one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
my business
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
niggas in my rearview
I got naked bitches in the high
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the city with my up in it
But in the won't remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too for this shit but I'm too real to be tried nigga
Going against me like goin' against God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't whoever, whatchu wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I start
be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, what's up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of stuff, you ain't doin' enough
I'm poppin' witnesses in the front, leave you in the
Kick in your masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
Betta watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt where the gun
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my off the ones I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my girls
But I'll still check a bitch 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't grow it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the children of the
I'm the reason why your mama you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma my business
Try me