Luyện nghe bài hát They Know

Yeah, this here was created in the Hamptons
And dropped in Manhattan, Bad the label
Shock, Dofat's the man
Wit Chopper from Miami to New

Chopper the nigga, Freddy P
Who want war wit 'em? Take a wit 'em
Get your back against the wit 'em
Chopper let 'em know!

Man I believe in gettin' rich or die
Niggaz is and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin', I can you how to pimp a ho
And if you it, you can get it nigga, friend of foe

I keeps the mac low
Itchy for somethin' to crack so I can snap like grillin' fo'?
Shit, I it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite my definition of stickin' and movin'

What you know about shoot outs for an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as
You 'bouta witness City till it's massive power
Boss man, I can get you niggaz in showers

I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Powder
If you it you can call on Chopper
Fetti is that ya boy desire
I the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper

I it gangsta
You can ask my 'cause they know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, know
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, blow
Throw 'em up and let ya hang low now

I love the haters 'cause I of they energy
I'm in the same business as the
On the roof who shot Kennedy for sinners and
They see the glory and
You know the story 'bout the boy a name

He did things like kill people and stole
The hood got lanes, life, death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life in box is the D-word
In house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword

Fuck it, if he work and she Da Band
We on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probably gon' clash he hear these words
But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the we hurr

If it wasn't for him, I'd be to see dirt
Now Lil F.P. and me, we see
'em fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do work

I keeps it
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they
I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos,
If you wit me let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they
I'ma hustler 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me let them keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya hang low now

All I do is chill and hoe wit a sparkling grill
Smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
That's real, I ride the wheels till' fall off
Sittin' wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off

Oh, Lord, you want no problems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the
I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole out

Now say, "Fred you need to chill"
I been a Bad Boy way before Martin of
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the side of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin' my

And them girls like Freddy, you need to
How I came through like Griffin and Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and make it and stop
like Q-Tip, get in her ear and I bet she get in my

I it gangsta
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they
I'ma hustler that them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they
I'ma hustler 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let keys blow, keys blow
Throw 'em up and let ya hang low now

We them south side
C'mon, c'mon, out
Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
C'mon, c'mon, look out, out
C'mon, c'mon, watch out, c'mon,
Get down, get down, c'mon, out

I that shit, yeah, boi!
I'm you whoa, I'm tellin', aight
Aight, I ain't gon'