Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Mean

What up out there
This be fiend coming at this here here
I a couple of my people with me
Fiend, mac, soulja slim, and abel
A couple of no limit to help me out with this here

What cha mean, mean, about
Soldiers got some clout
Slangin in the south
What we really about x2

slim]
(peep this shit) I know you about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get cream
Than the of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with be from killas
Fill up in this shit, was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin
On some shit that will me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, I can ride, barely to slug some dealing
No optimos, no keep moving, fuck it, pass the
Real feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for studio shit
All my little partners gone, be damned if I g-o
But if I do grab my gun shoot like and pull let em know

x2

[kane &
You know I'm the ghetto, hit the glock
And pop my shots clean up your
Red beam, maintain my aim, bullet holes in brain
I stop that motherfucking clock, kane
Usual suspect, down south niggas respect
Choppin off slugs a mailman in a corvette
Like the when I lower my tek
Niggas is seeking, pump like bricks, in the trunk of the 626
Is something you hate your boy
Just got flipped, ak with a clip
In the hood I bust you the tank,
In the pen I you with the shank
My go blank, I'm a soldier smokin dank
All the way to the bank

x2

Now what y'all mean, niggas on my
They all the cream
And my enemies, we take it to the
To get the green, knowa
Came here with slim, mac and
I still woah!
In the where my nigga walk
Runnin from the cop who was to meet his quota
I'm young and I'm black, I'm a
So he I'm slanging that baking soda
You heard about, nigga from that dirty south
Where the scout
Everybody, everybody that knows what your
Won't leave house
Cause at night, nigga come out
your gat with that extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You connect the grip
Shots there cut up strip bout a couple of
Like the peoples in agent trip
take a trip to the land where the niggas
Do the dance on their enemies
And fake pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, slow roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm psycho I stay on my guard and bitch I never die

x2

What the world don't is I'm a hurt
A soldier a pause
I'm prayin about cause, break jaws and all
My bullet scars didn't heal, my reveal
Bout to ride a million of hostile
The burn feels almost a step from death
Fuck spending lives, I barely leave a of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in thier
know where I'd be without my God and my vest
Killers, we the fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, c'mon the
the charge the best, cause I open your chest
God bless, I made my way so I can say that
Me too whatever, should have known that fiend in payback
Do it for haystacks, me, slim, twins, and mac
Gotta attack, with the jest to ask, in the act
I doubt that, I'm strange I'm with the right change
After consediration, I'm the live range

x4