Luyện nghe bài hát Work Magic

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

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

Baby that's right, stay off the
I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off face
With the shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my and I'm glad he gave us
The willpower and the of Larry Davis

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

Me and like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra
As soon as you around Jake
You get your ass whipped for
Now the real definition of poundcake

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

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

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

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

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

You better guard your grill and stand your ground
These bullets burn, they hit standin' around
I never even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some Band-Aids and bought a Glocks

Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple
they hear that 12 gauge, that's 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 nobody 'round here
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I magic and make you niggaz disappear

Looka here, nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I magic and make you niggaz disappear

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 or train, my mind stuck on the grind
Cussin' without a line, a lot of came

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

The young gunner the raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin' girlfriend's a nasty ho
My heart and it's small, maybe it's 'cause
My grand pop dropped right after the

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

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 niggaz

Looka here, nobody 'round here scared
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I work and make you niggaz 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! Money by any means,