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
to be killing niggaz
But really done shit

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

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

I might bruise some
Spit 2 at you dudes act
you can't be touched
Front and lose cap
I incinerate guns bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the son

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

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

I live my life now like none of y'all
You keep fronting like
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 cops ride now
Money now

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

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

I'm street
Went up on my in size
Who getting money over contact these 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 fuck who you
We them niggaz through
Locking your strips
Some niggaz that walk around
With guns on hips

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