Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Mean

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

What cha mean, mean, about
Soldiers got some daily
Slangin in the dirty
What we worried about x2

slim]
(peep shit) I know you heard about this nigga from the 3rd
Raw, a uncut bird with bad tempers and bad nerves
Serve, dope to a dope fiend get more cream
the rest of the dealers
Every that I fuck with gotta be from killas
Fill up in this shit, that was ever smokin, you can me smokin
On some shit that have 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
niggas feel me, cause I'm bout as real as it get
Son or stranger, no love for that studio
All my little partners gone, I'll be if I g-o
But if I do I'll grab my gun like and pull let em know

x2

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

x2

Now what y'all mean, on my team
all about the cream
And my enemies, we it to the street
To get the green, mean
Came here slim, mac and fiend
I scream woah!
In the drop where my nigga
Runnin from the cop who was to meet his quota
I'm and I'm black, I'm a soldier
So he thinking I'm slanging that baking
You ain't heard about, from that dirty south
Where the po-po's
Everybody, everybody that knows what bout
Won't your house
at night, nigga freaks come out
Grab your gat with that extra clip cause if you us slippin
You connect the grip
there cut up strip bout a couple of ship
Like the in summertime agent trip
Lets a trip to the land where the niggas
Do the murderman on their enemies
And niggas pretend to be a, they be them friends of me
Woah, your roll and daddy I'm camoflauged
I'm warden I stay on my guard and bitch I never die

x2

What the don't know is I'm a hurt
A without a pause
I'm prayin about cause, jaws and all laws
My bullet scars heal, my tatoos reveal
Bout to explain a million of hostile
The feels like almost a step from death
Fuck lives, I barely leave a minute of breath
I'm set, families with teks, release my stress in chest
Wouldn't know where I'd be my God and my vest
Killers, we the fuck all the rest, here hit the cess
Snort, the test
With the charge the best, cause I your chest
God bless, I made my way back so I can say
Me too whatever, should have known that believe 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 cause I'm with the change
After soldier consediration, I'm the range

x4