Luyện nghe bài hát Terror Era

[Intro - guy
Aiyyo Joe man good man
Aiyyo I hear niggaz poppin
They runnin off to the man
They talkin like you ain't hood
really gangsta nigga
What up poppin man
Aiyyo fuck these 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 got the nerve tryin 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 quite
You can battle me up and get your money right
Crack niggaz clap wit the fo' kid
The shit
Known for niggaz jaws
And I don't go to court, I wit the hawk
Have a forensics specialist your corks
About we fought man
I'm tired of this shit, ya whole life's a lie
Let you but you ruin it, we the guys doin it
You pretend
Shoot the to merk off in my loyalty rims
Nigga

[guy
yeah thats whats up my nigga
I see these niggaz ain't fuckin wit you
But what's up wit these niggaz man
these is ridin around in fuckin benzes and shit
Bentleys & all sittin on yachts
Yea man these niggaz what your 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 claim to be the but the truth is
Livest nigga you've seen in show biz
And you know this, notice the dime is
the masterpiece watch the Don be coppin
I'm like from Dead Pres'
Put the gun in mouth and tell you how lucky you are to break bread
I'm tired of sonnin niggaz that believe us
I'm at ya life savers alone wit my
I went from beginners to ownin the Jimmy's
wit women that only want me for winnin
Only for homey sittin, scuse me but don't be
I'm only the bitch is if y'all 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 that at man
man
Everytime I look man I don't see no Remy man
Niggaz in the hood you to call this bitch out man
up man

[Remy
Yo I don't give a
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
Rem's that bitch and Crack's that nigga
For every word I I get ass cat figures
So ass clappin, I'll clap yo ass nigga
And chick is so funny cause I gully
Rocks and fitteds 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 it it's mothin
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' fresh out the so these bitches can't touch it
You gotta love it I'm buggin to my cousin Tequila
Slap the 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 still "shi shi shit on you"
My L.V.