Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who on Bleek, wake 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)

86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1
I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing
But ain't really done

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

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

I bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you that act
Like you be touched
Front and your cap
I incinerate after bodies I caught son
Never on the run mail by the tons son

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

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

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

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

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

I'm wise
Went up on my caps in
Who money over here 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
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz coming
Locking your strips
real niggaz that walk around
With on their hips

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