Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Who U Beef Wit

Chorus:

Yo, you better who you beef wit
You might be walkin the street, then
you hear tires screechin
Niggaz'll be hoppin out heat and
throw you in the car seat and leave your lady there screamin
The weekend, you get blindfolded and beaten
Nose bleedin, gaspin for air,
You got kidnapped and you don't know the reason
We even called fam for ransom, they said, "Keep him"
Watch who you wit

.. yeah, it no secret
Talkin that street shit'll get you in some shit
See, niggaz who you be wit
Where you be at, when you be gone, you be back
All of my niggaz got doctor in thuggonometry
We all know how to hold the properly
And how to conduct an armed robbery for personal
and can go without food or water for 24 at least
We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and to live
even if it leavin you for dead
Cause like you get scared, look for loopholes
the phone up and dial 9-uno-uno
What happened to them of niggaz that you talk about?
Them of niggaz that you never walk without?
I know what happened; y'all about the double-action
gatling and y'all don't wanna get blasted

Aiyyo we run up in stations on some unannounced shit
Catch the DJ off guard and him
Duct tape his then, put a pound to his gut
and him to play five cuts off the up-and-comin album
Just the way I it, niggaz'll start to panic
Brains get hijacked like and crashlandin
Bitch niggaz to the Lord; the black box
that was supposed to record the pilot's got destroyed
So watch who you wit
And watch who you suck your at
It'll probably be you regret
You get wet with rain droplets
Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal
Niggaz get in the face
on the ground shakin like tectonic that cause earthquakes
Now you got grill in the ground, how that dirt taste?
You shouldn't have started this shit in the place

Cause niggaz is to get you, ready to rip you
intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols
Put a red dot on your head like you
then put a in you big enough to put my open fist through
We could diss you or we could get physical
Whatever wanna do, we could do it too
Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all
We rob for they presents at they barmitzvahs
We rob niggaz for they organs, and sold em to the highest bidders
like hearts and livers
One and a million in cash when it's delivered
Then go to Yom Kippur and beg for God to us
So you the type that, find real frightenin
Or hold your crucifix tighter when shells is
Sittin by bed perspirin, tryin to crawl underneath it
You to watch who you beef wit

Keep that low-down dirty motherfucker
You need to watch who you wit
You to watch who you beef wit
Yeah nigga, who you beef wit
who you beef wit