Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

[Intro - guy
Aiyyo Joe man good man
Aiyyo I hear poppin shit
They off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you hood nigga
What's really nigga
What up what's man
Aiyyo these niggaz man
Let these do 88

Joe]
(yeah uh uh yo yo)
Migga tryin to 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 hood
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 niggaz niggaz wit the fo' kid
The newspaper
Known for crackin niggaz
And I go to court, I talk wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline corks
time we fought man
I'm of this rumor shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you slide but you it, we the guys doin it
You pretend
the place to merk off in my loyalty rims
Nigga

talking]
Yeah yeah whats up my nigga
I see these niggaz fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these though man
these is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all sittin on yachts
Yea man show these niggaz what your 1's man
up

[Fat
I gets 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let y'all do the math, that's for me
Shit never claim to be the but the truth is
Livest nigga ever seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is
Hold the masterpiece the Don be coppin
I'm like Gunny from 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 ownin the
Fuckin wit that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but be shittin
I'm only bonin the is if y'all could be gettin
what!!

[guy
Yeah that's what's up
But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna yo
What's up wit man
Where that at man
man
Everytime I around man I don't 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 to bust a cap on a nigga
I run up wit a gat on a
cock back on a
Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every word I spit I get ass cat
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass
And is so funny cause I gets gully
Rocks throwbacks and nigga, hoodies and skullies
Am I fist is a pack on my is a Jacob
And I gotta a "mac" and I don't mean up
Sellin pies on da like, I sell aranathum
Do you want it raw? Or do me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it fuck it it's
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 touch it
You love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the shit outta any interferin wit my scrilla
See a nigga he can get it too, fuck your dick a do
Even if I stuttered I will "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.