Luyện nghe bài hát Tommy Boy - Dat Nigga Daz

Southern
Yea (This that south boy)
Y'all how we do this (shit)
up fool
This for all my boys in
Magnolia, McConnell (fightin you know)
This for all my boys in (tell 'em)
at ya boy when I get there (MJG and Eightball)
All my in Houston
GA (Georgia boys, in the hou)
(We'll say sup to that New Orleans out there)

a Sunday a fun day, one day
Away from Monday, and all day ain't no
And everything is alright (why)
Cuz? put his speech down and got all the to ride
For one cause, and that's how it is
Wise on up to on up dawg
Each one teach one, let the lesson be
It ain't my fault your Tommy Boy got caught
If he was slicker grease, he woulda been at peace
Instead tryna while the war was at cease

When me and Snoop was kids we always knew this kid Tommy
His parents died left him with kinds of money
But Tommy was a from around the way
Stayed on the of town, is where he say
He payed attention to whatever, they was games so
If the was bad it can only get better
He ran around the house

So he put us up on his
He knew that we was riders so he us on his team
(Uh, Tommy)
Getcha money, size (uh)
Getcha man
(He was out to get paid)
Getcha man (Poor Tommy)
money man (Me and Snoop on his team)
(Get paid) Gotta have money man (Getcha money man)
Getcha money man (Getcha man)

was a rider, big money
Tommy had everything, it wasn't
All the G's used to look up to him
But there was no way, that the bigger could do him
would try him, try him, everytime he was slick
But he would slip, he always had his grip
And if he did, he'd get cuz he was just to fast
Homie up Tommy, Tommy, Tommy's out to
Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta it
And when ya get sure ya grab it and stab it
it, brain it, the way ya gots to
Cuz this is somethin to to

Man, we sacked up and Caddies,
Omiscious 'em for him
We had to gather up - whoever owed it to him
The hitman had hit us, runnin shit,
and never wantin to quit us, when the gun spit
Now we really deep in the game, now it's and drugs
No names when that nigga caught a slug
told us forget it, that he's always down wit us
The problems of the murder be aquitted (young nigga)

Now word on the streets is that Gun Tommy,
on big ballers for a pasttime hobby
So if ya havin money, and ya big weed
First thing ya need is a team
And we provide, or should I say we for Tommy
My compadre, and if he say "spray em", we
So I suggest, you get the 'PG,
or find yourself six feet dizzy

We was down big Tommy
(Getcha money man. money man. getcha money man)
On the doing his thang, gettin paid
(Getcha money man. money man.)
(Getcha money man. getcha man.)
We was down with big
(Getcha money man. getcha man. getcha money man)
Me and Snoop still on his team, big pimps gettin
We was down big Tommy
(Getcha money man. money man. getcha money man)
We was down big Tommy
(Getcha money man. getcha man.)
me out now man

We had money, jewelry and cars
Niggas who didn't us, finally know who we are
We was important to the neighborhood presidents and mass,
everytime he do a lick he break us off our proper
A couple of days Tommy was on top of the
a party with the homies, invited gangs of girls

Yeah, it was off the hook
We had everything from to blow (Whhaaatt, you sniff blow?)
Oh hell no, I got my whole life of me, no time to be sniffin
If Tommy find out, boy he'll be
So I stay A-Ok, but
Tommy got to say, to say, to say...

Aye look mayne,
What some won't do for money
Yea I had these two that was on my team
Ya'know, down me like the Grey Tape
It's always the that's closest to ya,
be the ones that try to get'cha, ya'knowhaImsayin
Shit I heard these the other day say that pimpin was dead
I said not in my bed
Ah-ha, that's real, put that on my fiz-sound
I'm a pimp I die, cuz I represent the big,
as well as the small
Big baby