Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

[Fat
(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, Jose the is cocaine
Niggaz got the nerve tryin to clone the name
the kid wit a thousand aliases, the hood knows
Shit nowadays got niggaz me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right
Crack niggaz clap wit the fo' kid
The shit
Known for niggaz jaws
And I go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline your
About time we man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the doin it
You pretend
Shoot the place to off in my loyalty rims
what

[guy
Yeah yeah thats up my nigga
I see niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though
But up wit these niggaz though man
these is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all that on yachts
Yea man these niggaz what your 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
never 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 watch the Don be
I'm like Gunny Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm of sonnin niggaz that don't believe us
I'm at ya savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit 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
that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch she gonna 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 this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I don't 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 bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every I spit I get ass cat figures
So ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny cause I gully
Rocks throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and
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 fuck it mothin
Got the product the and the will to do the hustle
Shit it's sicker than vomit, I to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm word 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
Even if I stuttered I will "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.