Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

Joe]
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, Jose the is cocaine
even got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the knows
Shit nowadays got niggaz me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down flat
You can battle me up and get your money right
Crack niggaz niggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
for crackin niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist your corks
About we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya whole a lie
Let you but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my rims
Nigga

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

[Fat
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a
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, notice the is poppin
Hold the masterpiece the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from Dead
Put the gun in mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't us
I'm at ya life alone wit my sneakers
I went from beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be
I'm only the bitch is if y'all could be gettin
what!!

[guy
Yeah that's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch she gonna drop yo
What's up wit man
that bitch at man
man
Everytime I look around man I see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood want you to this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I give a fuck
I play that shit
and I feel to bust a cap on a
I run up wit a gat on a
back on a nigga
Like Rem's that bitch and that nigga
For word I spit I get ass cat figures
So ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so cause I gets 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 pies on da block like, I aranathum
Do you want it Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it it it's mothin
Got the the power and the will to do the hustle
Shit it's 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
Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my
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.