Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

[starang
Yo it's that nigga shit
That make the real get
Buckwild, jumpin out whips
So I been fresh the prince ever since grade 6
Can't turn back, I ain't the same since
You know how bitch in the industry
Pretend to be a of me
In the run, becomin enemies
R.i.p. wet capone, who got up
Looked up, my had mound, this be he hooked up
Got niggas out on the av., they all up
Me and henny think this o.g.c. is up
Fuck your sound, say the word, get backed down
Got my nigga henny mad, yellin in the background (fuck niggas)
better ask someone
Because paranoia got me to blast someone
Yo ass get down, say blast them son
Yell out, m.f.c., and here they come wit massive

sluggah]
Aiyo some chick asked her girl "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 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 alarmin
ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo they able money, they laughin, but ain't funny
They gonna hungry, 'cause our days gettin 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
Should ya work hard, to us easy
want beef here, no prob come see me

[top dog big
Straight flashback, clearin ya field, lookin for cash
fucked up, you was in debt, know you done lucked out
You bugged out, up this year and get the fuck out
My amaze, rollin that green weed up in my
I'm not havin that, replace wit the black
Check or knitty, or june for the 50 cent
Look at that, my wanna be where the hookers at
So we at? bucktown 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 similar to vietnam, so be it to
We calm especially when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you know from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya niggas shit
Cock back the double and spit seed
Buck never quit, I walk the wit a bunch of o.g.'s, who know me
Pass that bag nigga from 93
Buckshot, that 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 the greens
Khak's sacky, don't get the fuck out bad
Know the sim on the street is all in ya fad
Twenty stitches, call stressin mad bitches
Got you in the home or of snitches
Dick dug you, only hit for mom on the humble
Four building, what 'em
I these muthafuckas, got the heat in the stash
Just prepare, shit to cock
Did he wobble in and roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come quick to blow
I'm quick to strike wit the gold nine
Ask my mother, God bless, was quick, to hold mine

[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 prob 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 here, no prob come see we