Luyện nghe bài hát Who Did You Expect

Yo even if I 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 of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full
In front of the store rockin gauze in the
Blowin sticky grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean coupe 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 died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a
Or when they free Gotti, so that means
To my niggas in they cell wit a of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a coward to
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if y'all
y'all niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by then faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, keep it real, give niggas each a bill
So the deal, niggas y'all know the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
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 aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we it hard to eat

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

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing
us at the dice game, blowin 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

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin ribs
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I stop til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my last finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no callin the
In the of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
a dime cock, blowin away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a a day
Pick up a quarter, and throw my chain in the water
Watch on the floor, bitch put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, just signed a
You poppin bullshit they might find you killed
throwin the highway, behind the wheel
Or you do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP cracks and peels
Bitch I smack mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, alarmin your grill
Drama for real, you never seen 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 hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, out, holdin it down
We get it on, any way shape 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 it hard to eat