Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that real nigga
make the real niggas 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 bitch niggas in the
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 out on the av., they all shook up
Me and think this 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)
They better ask
Because paranoia got me ready to blast
Yo ass get down, starang say them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here come wit massive 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 full blowned just like a celly
Bill nigga 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
ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo able gettin money, they laughin, but ain't funny
gonna stay hungry, 'cause our days gettin sunny
Aiyo I put it down, for my people knocked down and down
G.c.'s be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full blown
Pops, see ya when you finally hit home

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

[top dog big
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, for cash back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, 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, just 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? bucktown
Who are we? m.f.c., niggas
We hold it down, it down, hold it down

Let's take a through park slow, not what you eat
But we practice the art of chokin these streets of
Is to vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm especially when we get searched
Stereotype, you know they brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya niggas ain't
Cock back the double barrel and seed
Buck never quit, I walk the 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 watch

I your sayin, purposely spillin the beans
On the street, rockin paper, now you playin the
Khak's sacky, wanna get the fuck out bad
Know the sim whilin on the is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, collect call stressin mad
Got you in the or house of snitches
Dick dug you, only 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 in and watch roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to minds
I'm quick to strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to hold

wondah]
I wet my man, big hav the m-o-b-b
Hennyville, my man d-o-g
Should ya work hard, for us comes
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 the hennecy
You beef here, no prob come see we