Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

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

sluggah]
Aiyo chick asked her home girl "who is he? "
She said "you know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's full just like a celly
real 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 able gettin money, laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, 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, the sound is full blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you hit home

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

[top dog big
flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you lucked out
You bugged out, take up year and get the fuck out
My amaze, that 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, it down

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

I heard sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the
Khak's sacky, wanna get the fuck out bad
the sim whilin on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, collect stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or of snitches
Dick dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
building, what 'em crumble
I hate muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit ready to
Did he wobble in and watch roll
Number one fan, to po
behind my back, come quick to blow minds
I'm quick to blow wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold

wondah]
I wet my man, big hav from the
Hennyville, buckshot my man
Should ya work hard, for us comes
Ya want beef, no come see me
O.g.c., mobb deep, and qb
Pocket change, mack alone the m.f.c.
Bob spliff, crack open the hennecy
You beef here, no prob come see we