Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

[Intro - guy
Aiyyo Joe man whats man
Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin
runnin off to the Jakes man
They talkin like you hood nigga
What's really nigga
What up poppin man
fuck these niggaz man
Let these 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 like sat down, Jose the flow is cocaine
Niggaz even got the nerve 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 down flat
You can battle me up and get your right back
Crack niggaz clap wit the fo' kid
The shit
Known for crackin jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist outline your
time 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 pretend
the place to merk off in my loyalty rims
Nigga

talking]
Yeah yeah thats up my nigga
I see these ain't fuckin wit you though
But what's up wit these niggaz man
niggaz is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all that sittin on
Yea man these niggaz what your 1's like man
up

[Fat
I duece 5 a show, do 5 a week
Let do the math, that's aight for me
Shit never claim to be the but the truth is
Livest nigga you've seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the is poppin
Hold the masterpiece the Don be coppin
I'm like from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in your mouth and you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that believe us
I'm at ya savers alone wit my sneakers
I went from beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
Fuckin wit women that only me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be
I'm only bonin the is if y'all could be gettin
what!!

[guy
that's what's up Crack
But what's up wit that bitch when she gonna yo
up wit Remy man
Where that at man
man
Everytime I around man I don't see no Remy man
Niggaz in the want you to call 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
cock on a nigga
Like Rem's that bitch and Crack's that
For every word I I get ass cat figures
So fuck ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass
And chick is so cause I gets gully
Rocks and fitteds nigga, hoodies and skullies
Am I is a pack on my wrist is a Jacob
And I a "mac" and I don't mean make up
Sellin pies on da block like, I aranathum
Do you it raw? Or do want me to bake em?
Get the bag it cut it shop it it it's mothin
Got the product the power and the to do the hustle
Shit it's sicker than vomit, I swear to God it's
Hot an' fresh out the kitchen so these can't touch it
You love it I'm buggin word to my cousin Tequila
Slap the shit outta any bitch interferin wit my
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.