Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

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

sluggah]
Aiyo some chick asked her home "who is he? "
She said "you don't know henny, l-e
That's that that's full blowned just like a celly
Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the he feel"
G.c. til the day I d, all but it up, m.f.c. for life
Niggas I looked up to, out to be suspect 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, the sound is full blown
Pops, see ya when you finally hit home

wondah]
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, clearin ya field, lookin for cash
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done out
You bugged out, take up this year and get the out
My amaze, that green weed up in my leaf
I'm not that, just replace wit the black
Check judo or knitty, or for the 50 cent
at that, my niggas wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at? muthafuckas
Who are we? m.f.c., niggas
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it

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

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

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