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 like you hood nigga
What's really nigga
What up what's man
Aiyyo fuck niggaz man
Let niggaz do 88

Joe]
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to the Ragine, I won't have that
in the club in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, the flow is cocaine
Niggaz even got the nerve to clone the name
the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite
You can me up and get your money right back
Crack clap niggaz 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 rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty
what

[guy
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 these niggaz your 1's like man
up

[Fat
I gets duece 5 a show, do 5 a
Let y'all do the math, aight for me
never claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest nigga you've 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 mouth 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 went from humble beginners to ownin the
wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for sittin, scuse me but don't be shittin
I'm only the bitch is if y'all could be gettin
what!!

[guy
Yeah that's what's up
But what's up wit that bitch when she drop yo
up wit Remy man
Where bitch at man
man
Everytime I around man I don't see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood want you to call this 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 bitch and Crack's nigga
For every I spit I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny cause I gets
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell
Do you it raw? Or do want me to bake 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' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't it
You gotta love it I'm buggin word to my cousin
Slap the shit outta any interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck your dick a do
Even if I I will still "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.