Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that nigga shit
That make the niggas get
Buckwild, jumpin out they
So I been fresh the prince ever since 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, becomin
R.i.p. wet capone, who got up
Looked up, my nigga had mound, be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., all shook up
Me and think this o.g.c. is booked up
Fuck wack sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck niggas)
better 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 home "who is he? "
She said "you know henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that nigga that's blowned just like a celly
Bill real nigga shit, tell ya how the 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
Grab ya kids, is barney
Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't
gonna 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 keep on, the sound is full blown
Pops, see ya when you finally hit home

[starang
Yo, who hit starang wondah, and stevie
Hennyville, buck 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 back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you done out
You bugged out, take up this and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that weed up in my leaf
I'm not havin that, just wit the black
judo or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
Look at that, my niggas wanna be the hookers at
So where we at? muthafuckas
Who are we? m.f.c., bitch
We it down, hold it down, hold it down

Let's take a walk through 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 calm when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
right, what, ya niggas ain't shit
Cock back the double barrel and seed
Buck never quit, I the streets wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me
Pass that nickel bag nigga 93
Buckshot, that wit the red dot, pointin at ya knot
Cock quick, nigga watch

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

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