Luyện nghe bài hát Who Did You Expect

Yo if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a
Niggas'll try to kill you 'cause of what think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if think you shot
fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip
In front of the store rockin gauze in the
Blowin sticky green grass, sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports with 160 on the dash
So what I got a Rollie, and it got a ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one
Your brother died, bet your lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only we party, when we beat a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that never
To my niggas in they wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for a coward to death
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all
y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even by then these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas y'all the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the dice game, a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It hot 'less we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I feel the way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act like
Who them niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickels gleam, drug money it seem
Fast, niggas puff and hash like it's nicotine
niggas, rid o them, who flip from wealth
You want space, I your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make when niggas get hit
That way the and the cops run shit, feel me kid
it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged as bums
Pop up, shoot through the bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum off, buy a paper at the newsstand
Walk by me, out, "somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the at
gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I leave it at that,

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the game, blowin a thou
go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it down
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two hittin your ribs
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga his bid
All on the top, you could ball in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the middle of the ocean, my nine pop
Givin a cock, blowin away
the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, just signed a
You poppin that they might find you killed
Slum throwin the highway, behind the
Or you do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell cracks and
I smack your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then your grill
for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat