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
Supposed to be killing
But ain't really done

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

It's cash and
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 some
Spit 2 at you that act
you can't be touched
Front and lose cap
I incinerate guns bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack by the tons son

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

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz coming
Locking down your
Some niggaz that walk around
guns 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 drawn
When I wake up the on

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

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

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

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

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