Luyện nghe bài hát Suspect Niggaz

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

sluggah]
Aiyo some asked her home girl "who is he? "
She said "you don't henny, v-i-double l-e
That's that that's full blowned just like a celly
Bill nigga shit, tell ya how the hell he feel"
G.c. til the day I d, all but it up, m.f.c. for life
Niggas I up to, turned out to be suspect alarmin
ya kids, niggas is barney
Yo they able gettin money, they laughin, but funny
They gonna stay hungry, our days gettin sunny
Aiyo I put it down, for my people down and locked down
G.c.'s can't be kept down, we keep on, till the sound is full
Pops, i'mma see ya when you finally hit

wondah]
Yo, who hit wondah, relation and stevie
Hennyville, guns buck to
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 back
That's fucked up, you was in debt, know you lucked 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, replace wit the black
Check judo or knitty, or june for the 50
Look at that, my wanna be where the hookers at
So we at? bucktown muthafuckas
Who are we? m.f.c., bitch
We hold it down, hold it down, hold it

Let's take a walk through slow, not what you eat
But we the art of chokin these streets of brook-lan
Is to vietnam, so be it to bomb
We never calm when we get illegally searched
Stereotype, you they from brooklyn, so they bound to fight
That's right, what, ya niggas ain't
Cock the double barrel 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 nigga wit the red dot, pointin at ya
Cock quick, watch this

I heard your sayin, purposely spillin the
On the street, paper, now you playin the greens
Khak's sacky, don't 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 or house of snitches
Dick thatta dug you, hit for mom on the humble
Four building, 'em crumble
I hate these muthafuckas, got the in the stash
prepare, shit ready to cock
Did he wobble in and roll eyes
one fan, to po nine
Talk behind my back, come to blow minds
I'm quick to blow strike wit the nine
Ask my mother, God bless, that was quick, to mine

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