Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Mean

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

What cha mean, mean, heard
got some daily clout
Slangin in the south
we really worried about x2

[soulja
(peep shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, then a uncut with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend gotta get more
Than the of the dealers
Every nigga that I fuck with be from killas
up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can catch me smokin
On some shit that have me broken, (cough cough),
I'm so high, I can ride, barely need to slug 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 that studio
All my partners gone, I'll be damned if I g-o
But if I do I'll grab my gun shoot like and pull let em

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 your
When I stop that motherfucking clock,
Usual suspect, down south bout respect
Choppin off slugs like a mailman in a
Like the weed when I my tek
Niggas is seeking, down like bricks, in the trunk of the 626
Is something you hate cause boy
Just got flipped, ak a strong clip
In the hood I bust you the tank,
In the pen I you with the shank
My mind go blank, I'm a soldier dank
All the way to the motherfucking

x2

Now what y'all mean, niggas on my
They all about the
And my enemies, we it to the street
To get the green, mean
Came here slim, mac and fiend
I still woah!
In the drop where my nigga
from the cop who was trying to meet his quota
I'm young and I'm black, I'm a
So he I'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, from that dirty south
Where the po-po's
Everybody, everybody that knows what your
Won't leave house
Cause at night, nigga freaks out
Grab your gat with that clip cause if you catch us slippin
You connect the grip
Shots there cut up strip bout a of ship
the peoples in summertime agent trip
Lets take a trip to the land where the
Do the murderman on their enemies
And fake niggas pretend to be a, they be friends of me
Woah, slow roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm psycho warden I stay on my guard and bitch I die

x2

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

x4