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 been dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 striped
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 duck
Drow
Blow the slow
And holler hoes

cash and money
Nines grab the green exactly
One shot and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the
Mixed herbs and
On a for cash

I bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you that act
Like you be touched
and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the son

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

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

I live my life now like none of y'all
You keep fronting like
I'm let one of y'all have it
I keep the drawn
When I wake up the on

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

I move work my pen pal
Niggaz hate
'Cause I live through this
You niggaz keep
'Cause I 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 it I lick a shot

I'm street
Went up on my caps in
Who getting over here 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, that Roc-A-Fella, shit
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them coming through
Locking down strips
real niggaz that walk around
With guns on their

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