Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's real nigga shit
That the real niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out they
So I been fresh like the prince ever since 6
turn 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, becomin
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 o.g.c. is booked up
Fuck your sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck them 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

[louieville
some chick asked her home girl "who is he? "
She said "you know henny, v-i-double l-e
that nigga that's full blowned just like a celly
Bill real nigga shit, ya how the hell 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
ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but funny
They stay hungry, 'cause 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 on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, i'mma see ya you finally hit home

[starang
Yo, who hit wondah, relation 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

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

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

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

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