Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real nigga
make the real niggas get
Buckwild, out they whips
So I been fresh like the ever since grade 6
Can't back, I ain't been the same since
You know how niggas in the industry
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 niggas out on the av., all shook up
Me and henny think this o.g.c. is up
your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck niggas)
better ask someone
Because paranoia got me ready to blast
Yo ass get down, starang say them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they wit massive guns

sluggah]
Aiyo some chick asked her home "who is he? "
She said "you don't henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's blowned 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
I looked up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
Grab ya kids, is barney
Yo they gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, our days gettin sunny
Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked
G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, the sound is full blown
Pops, i'mma see ya you finally hit home

[starang
Yo, who hit starang wondah, relation and
Hennyville, guns 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, for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done out
You bugged out, take up year and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that green up in my leaf
I'm not havin that, just replace wit the
Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50
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, it down, hold it down

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

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

[starang
I wet my man, big hav from the
Hennyville, my man d-o-g
Should ya hard, for us comes easy
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, open the hennecy
You want beef here, no come see we