Luyện nghe bài hát U Understand

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I got choppas you understand
around with us we burn ya block up you understand
Fuck what cha' heard got them birds you
Coming shawt with us yeen you understand

1]
Your I done banged her
Weighing then trained her
With the block burners the ones bringing flames up
I be in the north
Chillin' with my cuzz
Laughing at these weak ass niggaz swearin' he hard cuzz
What the fuck you know about, with them extra clips
Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm niggaz flip
got it, big bodies I got it nigga
Whole thang got it, gotti he had it
Rolling with niggaz, them damn fools from Watkins
Shit start poppin', bitches joggin'
Niggaz start flaugin, rumors got out gotti mobbing and robbing
he on Galling regardless the circumstance
Ain't be starving' like of any man
So now my is Ridgecrest with working hands
I'm posted up with double ups to do a and
You

I move like a constructor
Famous like Paul
Grew up around hustlahs M plants and coca
Gotti get birds and pass 'em to T sticks
I could cut where they store and then provide
Transport and ??? way on see some green
Youse a bout to dream want some ching yaa mean
Stillman got the ready rocks what you to be a cop
Tell em' I got them 100 that's taped up and watt block
my issue I got's to get richer
I ain't cockin' out until I get me millions
All day my phone I got cone like ice cream
Product 24 hours dawg consumers call me
More than gun shots
Ammo like
On the block posted up, Shaq I'm gone score
Like my chips stacked
you want a nigga got?
Coming shawt with us if yeen scared man back

3]
I'm the young nigga since elementary
And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game me
If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no to me
So cut to brush it out, you no ken to me
I got them whole thangs, hand caught 4 in the
I'm from the north
So assume that I'm straight with this shit
I'm straight with my clique, but otherwise these niggaz be
I'm 5 foot 5 talkin' bout some shit they done heard
Come on big ole you and lil' me
Don't mean shit if you slip it's O.V
But that's beef fuck all that what cha'
I got trees and I for chee cheese
Fuck wit yo boy I turn and fuck wit you back
You shot a few I turn around and front you your pack
You keep it real together we can make mils
Don't be just hustle up and get the shit how you live

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