Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real shit
That make the real get
Buckwild, out they whips
So I fresh like the prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, I ain't been the since
You know how niggas in the industry
to be a friend of me
In the long run, becomin
R.i.p. wet capone, who got up
up, my nigga had mound, this be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., they all 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)
They ask someone
Because got me ready to blast someone
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 girl "who is he? "
She "you don't know henny, v-i-double l-e
that nigga 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
Niggas I up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
Grab ya kids, niggas is
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 when you hit home

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

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

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

I your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you the greens
sacky, don't wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whilin on the is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or house of
Dick thatta dug you, hit for mom on the humble
Four building, 'em crumble
I hate muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, ready to cock
Did he wobble in and watch eyes
Number one fan, to po
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

[starang
I wet my man, big hav the m-o-b-b
Hennyville, buckshot my man
ya work 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 spliff, crack open the hennecy
You want beef here, no come see we