Luyện nghe bài hát Tommy Boy - Dat Nigga Daz

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

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

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

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

Tommy was a rider, big
had everything, it wasn't funny
All the younger G's used to 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 away cuz he was to fast
Homie up Tommy, Tommy, out to mash
Get it, get it, get it, cuz ya gotta it
And when ya get make sure ya grab it and it
Maintain it, brain it, the way ya to
Cuz is somethin to rock to

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

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

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

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

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

Aye look mayne,
What people won't do for money
Yea I had these two niggas that was on my
Ya'know, with me like the Grey Tape
It's always the niggas that's to ya,
that be the ones that try to get'cha,
Shit I these ladies 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 'til I die, cuz I represent the big,
as well as the ha-ha
Big baby