Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

I'm down in this muthafuckin game
Cause the law can't fuck me

I got the hand that rocks the cradle and makin em fatal keepin
my
real tight
Fuck it no doubt for around witches stick a Dolomite
I'm quick for jackin yo outta yo keys and spendin yo G's
I'm gon a ?Z? gat and pull the trigga
On the front ass page
Pickin a reputation, mo bullets in that ass
Get froze of O's, put em in my pocket, and dash,
On the curve with ?nerve? work, I it and dip it around
Just switches, bitches, I'm jumpin and breakin it down
Yo packin 44s, pop it and robbin hoes
Smoke in my nose, I'm a leave bullets 6 Os
And yo muthafuckin chest, bitch, I killed your protection
Bloody mess on yo chest, shoulda took yo yea and steppin
Out the muthafuckin house, bitch, and jumped in yo shit
But since you didn't, 13 point bitch was pumped in yo shit
Betta watch yo ass, betta count yo cash, betta watch yo head
these
Get em up, and hit em up, I done lit em up, and jacked em for

Shoestring's a killa on the for reala, front you a O and a half
around and set yo body up and leave you stiff on that Ave.
Don't try to cope, get with the dope, we get you for your riches
I'm puttin in bitches, ass leaped in ditches
You want this click suck this dick because this nigga scandal
I got the hand that the cradle and'll light the candle
So if you ever wanna buck, put it up
You got toothpaste in yo safe and I'm a hit it up
I got my finger on the and it makes me fatal
Shoestring's a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the hand that
the

Chorus (2X): I'm down in muthafuckin dope game
(It's the diddy diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope nigga)
And the law can't with me
(It's the diddy dope deala, it's the diddy dope nigga)

I got the that rocks the cradle my blows are fatal just like


Run into the law from the cocaine keeps speedin
Always on the on the grind for the 9-6
Gotta get my hustle on, to nigga stiff
Bitch I'm to swift, stalkin my big black boots
on oop, with a MAC-11 ready to jack you for loot
Ain't you so cute, in the presence and essence of killas
A local tryin to fuck with thoroughbred niggas
No disrespect, grab yo tech before you swing my way
I put the comma in drama, pack heat like days
Six million ways to die, let's try one
She was raped and brutally beaten, my job done
Now who got the flame, that comes a dime a
I cock this 44 back, blow out yo shit, couldn't yo cousin
Cause if you owe me money, shit funny when I catch you up
When I bust this tech, think a supersoaker wet you up
The flames of hell is in my eyes, niggas by surprise
If you cross my path, bloodbath you bitches die
Go ahead ??? that moss, finally get tossed in the fuckin river
Sometimes they shiver, from the and pressure I deliver
Hold the hand of a as we fly through the bluest skies
through the bluest seas, family of killa G's
Don't fuck with me nigga, I be yo local
A cop got mo than you can hold in a calculator
My on the trigga, and that makes me fatal
a pimp, get off my dick, bitch, I got the hand that rocks
the
(2X)
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy who
The diddy's back for 96, I thought you knew
With dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and watch my niggas out ya
It's the diddy diddy what, the diddy who
The diddy diddy's for 96, I thought you knew
some dope ass shit from the mind of a ganka
Straight up beat ya down and my niggas out think ya
(2X)