Luyện nghe bài hát Who Did You Expect

Yo even if I just cooked up, if money's comin you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint you a choice
Niggas'll try to kill you of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll take longer if they think you
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss a full clip
In front of the rockin gauze in the woolrich
Blowin green grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean sports coupe 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
brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight
I'm clever, only time we party, when we a body
Or when they free Gotti, so that means
To my niggas in cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for beatin a to death
I y'all, so feel me, even if y'all guilty
Time niggas come home, the god'll be filthy
Even though by these faggots probably be done killed me
I tell my son, it real, give y'all niggas 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 hard dog, everytime, less
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We could get it on, any way shape or
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 feel the way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act this
Who them niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my gleam, drug money make it seem
Fast, niggas puff hydro and hash like it's
Fake niggas, rid o them, who flip from
You want space, I your whole hospital room to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, me kid
When it comes to it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up shells so you won't get caught
Dumb dumbs, camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot the liquor bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a at the newsstand
Walk by me, scream out, "somebody this man"
Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, 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 dog, everytime, nothing 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 aint hot we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat

Spittin to live, two bullets hittin ribs
You christen your kids, I let my son to B.I.G
I won't stop til a thousand niggas fit in my
I be happy til my last nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could in a drop
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the middle of the ocean, lettin my pop
Givin a dime cock, blowin
the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day
Pick up a quarter, and still throw my chain in the
on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think 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, and chill
You worship SP sell cracks and peels
Bitch I smack mouth while you smoke in the field
Run up in your house, then alarmin your
for real, you never seen honor and will
Til you wake up in the and your mama is killed

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 shape or
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat