Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

[Fat
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
tryin to change the Ragine, I won't have that
Step in the in Manhat at
And it feel like sat down, the flow is cocaine
Niggaz even got the nerve tryin to clone the
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the knows
Shit nowadays got niggaz callin me cooked
I rise to the to the top and I lay it quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money back
Crack clap niggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
Known for niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I talk wit the
Have a forensics specialist your corks
About we fought man
I'm tired of this rumor shit, ya life's a lie
Let you slide but you it, we the guys doin it
You only
Shoot the place to merk off in my loyalty
Nigga

[guy
Yeah yeah thats whats up my
I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you
But up wit these niggaz though man
these niggaz is ridin around in benzes and shit
Bentleys & all that sittin on
Yea man show these niggaz what 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
never claim to be the richest but the truth is
Livest nigga you've seen in show biz
And you this, notice the dime is poppin
the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny Dead Pres'
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 savers alone wit my
I went from beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only 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 what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna yo
What's up wit man
Where bitch at man
man
Everytime I look around man I see no Remy man
in the hood want you to call this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I don't give a
I play that shit
and I feel to bust a cap on a
I run up wit a gat on a
cock back on a
Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that
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 gets
Rocks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies
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 like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it it fuck it it's mothin
Got the the power and the will to do the hustle
Shit it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the 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, fuck what your a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi on you"
My L.V.