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 ever since grade 6
Can't back, I ain't been the same since
You how bitch niggas in the industry
to be a friend of me
In the run, becomin enemies
R.i.p. wet capone, who got up
Looked up, my nigga had mound, be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., they all up
Me and henny think o.g.c. is booked up
your wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga mad, yellin in the background (fuck them niggas)
They better ask
paranoia got me ready to blast someone
Yo ass get down, say blast them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit guns

[louieville
Aiyo chick asked her home girl "who is he? "
She said "you don't henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's blowned just like a celly
Bill real shit, tell 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 suspect
Grab ya kids, niggas is
Yo they able money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna stay hungry, 'cause our gettin sunny
I put it down, for my people knocked down and locked down
G.c.'s can't be down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit

wondah]
Yo, who hit starang wondah, and stevie
Hennyville, guns to m-o-b-b
ya work hard, to us comes easy
Don't want here, no prob come see me

dog big kahuna]
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash
That's fucked up, you was in debt, you done lucked out
You out, take up this year and get the fuck 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
Look at that, my wanna be where the hookers at
So where we at? bucktown
Who are we? m.f.c., niggas
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it

Let's take a walk park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of these streets of brook-lan
Is to vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never especially 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 never quit, I walk the streets wit a of o.g.'s, who know me
that nickel bag nigga from 93
Buckshot, that nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya
Cock quick, nigga this

I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the
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 house of
Dick thatta dug you, only hit for mom on the
Four building, 'em crumble
I these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit ready to
Did he wobble in and roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, quick to blow minds
I'm to blow strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to mine

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