Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Crack Commandments

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

It's the ten commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this
Can't tell me nothing this crack, this weed, my hustlin' niggas
on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas

I've been in this game for years, it made me an
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a
A booklet for you to get
Your on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Number Uno, never let no one
How much dough you hold you know
The breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass up
2, never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know Bad move in silence and violence?
Take it from highness
I done mad clips at these cats for their bricks and chips
Number 3, trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to that ass up
Number 4, I you heard this before
Never get high on own supply
Number 5, never sell no where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, 'em bounce!
Number 6, that credit? Dead it
You think a paying you back, shit forget it!
7, rule is so underrated
Keep family and business completely separated
Money and don't mix like 2 dicks and no bitch
Find in serious shit
Number 8, never no weight on you!
Them cats that your guns can hold jums too
Number 9 shoulda Number 1 to me,
If you ain't gettin' bagged stay the fuck from
If niggas think you snitchin' they trying to listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start
Number 10, a strong called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for
If you got the clientele, say "hell no!"
'Cause they gon' want they money rain sleet snow
Follow these rules have mad bread to break up
If not, 24 years on the up
Slug hit your temple, watch frame shake up
did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man up, heard in three weeks
She sniffed a whole half of up
she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, pies to bake up, word up