Luyện nghe bài hát Work Magic

I'm gon' ride, I'm ride
They ride! We all gon' ride!

I've from the heart of South Side
Holdin' it down for my niggaz that
I gotta dizzy on my side
Pop shit and get your mouth wired

Baby that's right, off the payroll
I have niggaz the skin off your face
With the shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he us
The and the reflexes of Larry Davis

You don't wanna see my block
That's a and one dawgs
And I mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're highly
'Cause you gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body

Me and money's Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggaz I an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't Jake
You get your ass whipped for
Now that's the definition of poundcake

I got the crown
And you can tell when I'm
'Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the shake
I got a car I only drive on
I'm a stunner, blows more cake than birthdays

Looka here, nobody 'round here scared
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! shit right here
I work and make you niggaz disappear

here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I work magic and make you disappear

You know how I gets down, this pound hold six
I told you I'd be bitch, talk that shit now!
You hear that fo'-fifth sound, when I spit rounds
'Cause ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now

We ain't got shit down here but and guns for sale
You get your head cracked, niggaz don't run and tell
like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail
We on that 'Fuck the police' shit, we're livin' in

You guard your grill homey and stand your ground
These bullets burn, they hit whoever's around
I never learned even I took a couple shots
I just got me some Band-Aids and a couple Glocks

Had to go on a rampage, and hit a blocks
Once they hear that 12 gauge, when the trouble stops
If it's beef I'm ready to ride, just come to Cashville
You can find me on the Side, motherfucker!

Looka here, ain't 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit right
I work magic and you niggaz disappear

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit right
I work magic and make you niggaz

Now I ain't from but I'm in the Fab Five
You know Yayo and 50, and Game, you know my fuckin' name
Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the
Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers

Yeah you shit, but we can all tell he ass
Jazz and his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
You gotta me yo, 'cause the Louisville'll
Have your lookin' like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner with the flow
Got boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho
My heart laugh and small, maybe it's 'cause
My pop dropped right after the ball

Banks hops out, bulletproof this, that
Bulletproof when you hot, they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder, big as a boulder
The tucker, motherfucker!

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! shit right here
I work magic and make you niggaz

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! shit right here
I work magic and make you disappear

Geah, haha, motherfucker, I'm here,
Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g
G-Unit! by any means, nigga