Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

Joe]
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I have that
Step in the in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, Jose the is cocaine
Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to the name
the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
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 right back
Crack niggaz clap wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
for crackin niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a specialist outline your corks
About 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 place to merk off in my loyalty
Nigga

[guy
Yeah yeah whats up my nigga
I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you
But what's up wit niggaz though man
these niggaz is ridin in fuckin benzes and shit
& all that sittin on yachts
Yea man show these niggaz what 1's like man
up

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

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

[Remy
Yo I don't a fuck
I play that shit
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 bitch and Crack's nigga
For every I spit I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass
And chick is so cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and
Am I fist is a on my wrist is a Jacob
And I a "mac" and I don't mean make up
pies on da block like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do want me to em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's
Got the the power and the will to do the hustle
Shit sicker than 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
the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, what your dick a do
if I stuttered I will still "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.