Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who sleeping on Bleek, 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 ain't done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck
flow
Blow the slow
And holler hoes

cash and money
Nines grab the weed exactly
One lives and Daiquiris
My gat be in the dash
herbs and hash
On a cruise for

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a street
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 caps in
Who money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up 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 fuck who you
We them coming through
Locking down your
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 real niggaz that walk
guns on their hips