Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real shit
That the real niggas get
Buckwild, out they whips
So I been fresh like the prince since grade 6
Can't turn back, I been the same since
You how bitch niggas in the industry
to be a friend 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 sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the (fuck them niggas)
They ask someone
Because paranoia got me to blast someone
Yo ass get down, say blast them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit guns

[louieville
some chick asked her home girl "who is he? "
She said "you know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga full 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 alarmin
Grab ya kids, niggas is
Yo they gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days 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 blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you hit home

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

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

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

I heard your sayin, spillin the beans
On the street, paper, now you playin 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, collect call stressin mad
Got you in the home or house of
Dick thatta dug you, hit for mom on the humble
Four building, what 'em
I hate muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit ready to
Did he wobble in and watch roll
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come to blow minds
I'm quick to strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, was quick, to hold 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
Pocket change, mack alone the m.f.c.
Bob spliff, crack open the hennecy
You want beef here, no prob see we