Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

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

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

[starang
Yo, who hit wondah, relation and stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to
Should ya hard, to us comes easy
Don't beef here, no prob come see me

[top dog big
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash
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 green weed up in my leaf
I'm not that, just replace wit the black
judo 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, hold it

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

I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the
On the street, rockin paper, now you the greens
Khak's sacky, don't wanna get the out bad
the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or house of
Dick dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
building, what 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the in the stash
Just prepare, ready to cock
Did he in and watch roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to minds
I'm quick to strike 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
Should ya work hard, for us comes
Ya want beef, no prob see me
O.g.c., mobb deep, and qb
change, mack alone the whole m.f.c.
Bob marley spliff, crack the hennecy
You want here, no prob come see we