Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who sleeping on Bleek, his ass up
I'm a em all the money
And the ass I up

How I'm N.Y.
Who to N.Y.P.
(New Police)
You bitches been D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 Lees
9-1 tips
When I spit one
Supposed to be niggaz
But really done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck
Drow
the smoke slow
And holler hoes

It's and money
grab the green weed exactly
One lives and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the
Mixed herbs and
On a for cash

I might bruise some
Spit 2 at you dudes act
you can't be touched
Front and your cap
I guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack by the tons son

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you
We them coming through
Locking down strips
Some real niggaz that walk
With guns on their

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes to whips
Act up and get hit
a fuck who you with
We them niggaz through
Locking down your
Some niggaz that walk around
With on their hips

I live my life now like of y'all fagots
You keep fronting like
I'm let one of y'all have it
I the fours drawn
When I up the war's on

For the bread, butter and
Shit, I go to war for em
Tinted my now
cops ride dick now
Money now

I move through my pen pal
Niggaz Bleek
'Cause I through this shit
You niggaz hating
'Cause I could with this shit

I'm a street
it all criminal
Weed a minimum
I'm a MP
Rock syndicate and flips in the
You it I lick a shot

I'm wise
Went up on my in size
Who getting money here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to eight the block
3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz through
Locking down strips
Some niggaz that walk around
guns on their hips

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella,
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you
We niggaz coming through
Locking down your
Some real niggaz walk around
With guns on hips