Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

[Intro - guy
Aiyyo Joe man whats man
I hear niggaz poppin shit
They off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't hood
What's really nigga
What up what's man
Aiyyo these niggaz man
Let these do 88

[Fat
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the club in at
And it like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine
Niggaz got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood
Shit nowadays got niggaz me cooked coke
I to the to the top and I lay it down quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right
niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid
The shit
for crackin niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a specialist outline your corks
time we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole a lie
Let you slide but you it, we the guys doin it
You pretend
Shoot the to merk off in my loyalty rims
Nigga

talking]
Yeah thats whats up my nigga
I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you
But what's up wit these niggaz man
these is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all sittin on yachts
Yea man show niggaz what your 1's like man
up

[Fat
I duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let do the math, that's aight for me
Shit claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest nigga ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the is poppin
the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Pres'
Put the gun in your and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin that don't believe us
I'm at ya life alone wit my sneakers
I from humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, me but don't be shittin
I'm only bonin the bitch is if y'all could be
what!!

[guy
that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch when she drop yo
What's up wit man
Where bitch at man
man
Everytime I around man I don't see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood want you to this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I don't give a
I don't play that
and I to bust a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a
back on a nigga
Like Rem's that and Crack's that nigga
For every word I I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass
And chick is so funny cause I gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my is a Jacob
And I a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin on da block like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's
Got the product the power and the will to do the
Shit it's sicker vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin to my cousin Tequila
Slap the outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what dick a do
if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.