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)

Since 86 Lees
9-1 tips
When I one clip
to be killing niggaz
But ain't done shit

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with doors
flow
Blow the slow
And fuck hoes

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

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

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

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 strips
Some real that walk around
With guns on hips

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

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

I move work my pen pal
hate Bleek
'Cause I live through this
You niggaz hating
'Cause I could deal with this

I'm a street
it all criminal
Weed just a
I'm a MP
Rock syndicate and in the block
You call it I a shot

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

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

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