Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

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

Joe]
(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, Jose the is cocaine
Niggaz got the nerve tryin to clone the name
It's the kid wit a thousand aliases, the knows
Shit got niggaz callin me cooked coke
I rise to the to the top and I lay it down quite
You can battle me up and get your money right
Crack niggaz clap wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
for crackin niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a forensics outline your corks
About we fought man
I'm of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You only
Shoot the place to merk off in my rims
what

[guy
Yeah thats whats up my nigga
I see niggaz ain't fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit niggaz though man
niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all sittin 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, aight for me
Shit never to be the richest but the truth is
Livest nigga you've ever in show biz
And you this, notice the dime is poppin
Hold the masterpiece the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and tell you how lucky you are to 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 the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only want me for
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be
I'm only bonin the bitch is if could be gettin
what!!

[guy
Yeah that's what's up
But what's up wit that bitch when she drop yo
What's up wit man
Where bitch at man
man
Everytime I look around man I see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood want you to call bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I give a fuck
I don't play shit
and I feel to a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a
cock back on a
Like that bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every I spit I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny I gets gully
throwbacks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies
Am I is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I sell
Do you want it Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's
Got the product the power and the will to do the
it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's disgustin
Hot an' out the kitchen so these bitches can't touch it
You gotta it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck your dick a do
Even if I stuttered I will still "shi shi on you"
My L.V.