Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who sleeping on Bleek, 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 dropping D's
(Dimes)

86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1
When I spit one
Supposed to be killing
But really done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with doors
Drow
Blow the smoke
And holler fuck

It's cash and
Nines grab the green weed
One shot lives and
My gat be in the dash
Mixed herbs and
On a for cash

I might bruise cats
2 at you dudes that 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 Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz through
down your strips
Some real niggaz walk around
With guns on hips

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

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

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

I work through my pen pal
Niggaz hate
'Cause I through this shit
You niggaz hating
'Cause I deal with this shit

I'm a individual
it all criminal
Weed just a
I'm a MP
Rock and flips in the block
You call it I a shot

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

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

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