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 dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped
9-1 tips
When I one clip
to be killing niggaz
But really done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with doors
flow
Blow the slow
And fuck hoes

cash and money
Nines grab the green weed
One shot lives and
My gat be stashed in the
herbs and hash
On a cruise for

I might bruise cats
Spit 2 at you dudes act
Like you be touched
Front and lose cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I son
on the run stack mail by the tons son

Yo, that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you
We them coming through
Locking your strips
Some real that walk around
guns on their hips

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

I my life now like none of y'all fagots
You keep like that
I'm let one of y'all have it
I keep the drawn
When I wake up the on

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

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

I'm a individual
it all criminal
Weed a minimum
I'm a MP
Rock syndicate and in the block
You call it I lick a

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

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

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