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 been D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped
9-1 tips
When I spit one
Supposed to be killing
But ain't really done

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

It's cash and
Nines grab the green weed
One shot and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the
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 incinerate guns after bodies I son
Never on the run mail by the tons son

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

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

I live my now like none of y'all fagots
You keep fronting that
I'm gone let one of y'all it
I keep the fours
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
spend now

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

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

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

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

Yo, it's that Roc-A-Fella,
Hoes to whips
Act up and get hit
a fuck who you with
We them niggaz through
Locking your strips
Some real niggaz walk around
With guns on their