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 dropping D's
(Dimes)

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

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck
flow
Blow the smoke
And fuck hoes

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

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

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

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

I live my life now like none of y'all
You keep like that
I'm let one of y'all have it
I the fours drawn
I wake up the war's on

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

I move through my pen pal
hate Bleek
'Cause I through this shit
You niggaz keep
'Cause I could with this shit

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

I'm street
Went up on my caps in
Who getting over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey 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 them niggaz coming
Locking down your
Some real niggaz that walk
With guns on their

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