Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real shit
make the real niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out whips
So I been like the prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, I been the same since
You know how bitch niggas in the
Pretend to be a of me
In the run, becomin enemies
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 think this 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)
They ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast
Yo ass get down, starang say them son
out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive guns

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

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

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

Let's take a walk through 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 searched
Stereotype, you know they from brooklyn, so they bound to
right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
Cock back the double barrel and seed
Buck never quit, I walk the streets wit a of o.g.'s, who know me
Pass that nickel bag nigga 93
Buckshot, nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
Cock quick, nigga this

I heard your sayin, spillin the beans
On the street, paper, now you playin the greens
sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, collect stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or of snitches
thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
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
Number one fan, to po
Talk my back, come quick to blow minds
I'm quick to strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, was quick, to hold mine

[starang
I wet my man, big hav from the
Hennyville, my man d-o-g
Should ya work hard, for us comes
Ya want beef, no come see me
O.g.c., deep, brownsville and qb
Pocket change, mack alone the m.f.c.
Bob marley spliff, crack the hennecy
You want here, no prob come see we