Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

[Intro - guy
Aiyyo Joe man whats man
Aiyyo I niggaz poppin shit
runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you ain't nigga
really gangsta nigga
What up poppin man
Aiyyo fuck niggaz man
Let these 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 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 got niggaz callin me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down flat
You can battle me up and get your right back
Crack clap niggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
Known for crackin niggaz
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
a forensics specialist outline your corks
About we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the guys it
You pretend
Shoot the place to merk off in my rims
what

[guy
Yeah yeah thats whats up my
I see these niggaz fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these though man
these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and
& all that sittin on yachts
Yea man these niggaz what 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
Shit never claim to be the but the truth is
Livest nigga you've ever seen in biz
And you know this, notice the dime is
Hold the masterpiece watch the Don be
I'm Gunny from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that don't us
I'm at ya life savers wit my sneakers
I went from humble beginners to the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, me but don't be shittin
I'm only bonin the is if y'all could be gettin
what!!

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

[Remy
Yo I give a fuck
I don't play 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 word I spit I get ass cat
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass
And chick is so funny cause I gets
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a
And I gotta a "mac" and I mean make up
Sellin pies on da like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it 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' fresh out the kitchen so these bitches can't it
You gotta it I'm buggin word 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
Even if I stuttered I will "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.