Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who on Bleek, wake his ass up
I'm a show em all the
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
Dial 9-1
When I one clip
Supposed to be killing
But really done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with doors
flow
Blow the smoke
And holler hoes

It's cash and
Nines grab the weed exactly
One shot and Daiquiris
My gat be in the dash
Mixed and hash
On a for cash

I bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes act
Like you can't be
Front and your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I son
Never on the run stack mail by the son

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

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella,
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz coming
Locking your strips
Some real niggaz that around
With on their hips

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

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

I move through my pen pal
Niggaz hate
'Cause I live through shit
You keep hating
I could deal with this shit

I'm a individual
Sold it all
just a minimum
I'm a MP
Rock and flips in the block
You call it I lick a

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

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