Luyện nghe bài hát Work Magic

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

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

that's right, stay off the payroll
I niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face
With the same that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my and I'm glad he gave us
The and the reflexes of Larry Davis

You don't wanna see my formin'
That's a and one dawgs
And I don't mean the ones the spots on 'em
respected highly
'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to a body

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

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

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

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

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

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

You better guard your grill homey and stand your
These bullets burn, hit whoever's standin' around
I learned even after 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, that's when the stops
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride, just to Cashville
You can me on the South Side, motherfucker!

Looka here, ain't '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

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

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

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

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

hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof 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 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! Shiny right here
I work magic and make you niggaz

here, ain't 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

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