Luyện nghe bài hát Who Did You Expect

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

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, out, holdin 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 and we makin it hard to eat

Ayo, you say fuck me, I the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you and now you act like this
Who them thuggest niggas on your team, to the triple beam
rap my nickels gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip wealth
You want space, I give whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who housecalls when niggas get hit
way the press and the cops run shit, feel me kid
When it to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I pick up your shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, niggas camouflaged as bums
Pop up, shoot the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the
by me, scream out, "somebody help this man"
Not even life insurance your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from motherfucker, where the murderers 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 dice game, blowin a
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 we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets your ribs
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last nigga his bid
All on the top, yeah you could in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my pop
a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the
Watch on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in jaw
Niggas they own a label, just signed a deal
You poppin that bullshit they might you killed
Slum the highway, behind the wheel
Or you could do it my way, relax and
You could worship SP cracks and peels
Bitch I your mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin grill
Drama for real, you never seen honor and
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, blowin a
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 we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat