Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real shit
That the real niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out they
So I been like the prince ever since grade 6
Can't back, I ain't been the same since
You know how bitch in the industry
Pretend to be a of me
In the long run, enemies
R.i.p. wet capone, who got up
Looked up, my had mound, this be he hooked up
Got out on the av., they all shook up
Me and henny this o.g.c. is booked up
Fuck your wack sound, say the word, get down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the (fuck them niggas)
They better ask
Because paranoia got me ready to blast
Yo ass get down, starang say them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive

[louieville
Aiyo some chick asked her girl "who is he? "
She "you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's full just like a celly
Bill nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
G.c. til the day I d, all but it up, m.f.c. for life
Niggas I up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
Grab ya kids, is barney
Yo they gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin sunny
Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and down
G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you hit home

[starang
Yo, who hit starang wondah, and stevie
Hennyville, buck to m-o-b-b
ya work hard, to us comes easy
Don't beef here, no prob come see me

[top dog big
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for back
fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
You bugged out, up this year and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that green up in my leaf
I'm not havin that, just wit the black
Check or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
Look at that, my niggas wanna be where the at
So where we at? muthafuckas
Who are we? m.f.c., bitch
We hold it down, hold it down, it down

Let's take a walk through slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin streets of brook-lan
Is similar to vietnam, so be it to
We never calm especially when we get illegally
Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to
right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
Cock the double barrel and spit seed
Buck quit, I walk the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me
Pass nickel bag nigga from 93
Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya
Cock quick, nigga watch

I your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you the greens
Khak's sacky, don't get the fuck out bad
Know the sim on the street is all in ya fad
stitches, collect call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or of snitches
Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the
Four building, 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the heat in the
Just prepare, ready to cock
Did he wobble in and roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow
I'm quick to blow wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to mine

wondah]
I wet my man, big hav the m-o-b-b
Hennyville, my man d-o-g
ya work hard, for us comes easy
Ya beef, no prob come see me
O.g.c., mobb deep, and qb
change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.
Bob marley spliff, open the hennecy
You want here, no prob come see we