Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

[Fat
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to change the Ragine, I won't that
Step in the club in 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 quite flat
You can battle me up and get your money right
Crack niggaz niggaz wit the fo' kid
The shit
Known for crackin niggaz
And I go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline corks
About we fought man
I'm of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you ruin it, we the doin it
You pretend
Shoot the to merk off in my loyalty rims
what

[guy
Yeah yeah thats whats up my
I see these ain't fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these though man
these niggaz is ridin around in fuckin and shit
Bentleys & all that on yachts
Yea man show these niggaz what 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 you've ever seen in 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 your and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz don't believe us
I'm at ya life alone wit my sneakers
I went humble beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only 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 up wit that bitch when she gonna drop yo
up wit Remy man
Where bitch at man
man
Everytime I look around man I see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood you to call this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I give a fuck
I play that shit
and I to bust a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a
cock back on a
Like Rem's bitch and Crack's that nigga
For word 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 nigga, hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my wrist is a
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell
Do you want it raw? Or do 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 sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' fresh out the so these bitches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin to my cousin Tequila
Slap the shit outta any bitch wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck what dick a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi on you"
My L.V.